This is a song about "Laps"

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Leading with the speed by like one or two laps

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

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

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

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

Race laps of mad collabs like im runnin the autobahn,

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Running shit and i need more laps

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Life on a fast lane infinity laps