This is a song about "Laps"

Running shit and i need more laps

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Race laps of mad collabs like im runnin the autobahn,

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

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

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Got your girl on her laps with my cum all on her face smeared

Leading with the speed by like one or two laps

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps