This is a song about "Like a trackrace"

Like a richter; i'm andy, like a hurricane; sandy

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Like a bird without a cage

When i pull up in that candy range

You feel it from your head to your toes

You like my lines like a bloody nose

And a flow like a butter fly that stings like a bee

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Burn one like nero, got a gun like a hero

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

Like eminem i feel like a rap god

Stackin paper like a pillar spittin like a killer

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her