This is a song about "Laps"

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

That she was too fat to swim laps she need a slim fast

If i don't make that man there dance

Running shit and i need more laps

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Till the day i die i'm running laps around these wiretaps

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

Mom's stressed from two dads, putting more crap on her laps

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

Switch swag on you little dick fags

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Race laps of mad collabs like im runnin the autobahn,