This is a song about "Like a trackrace"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Or a yoda, like yofti, enlightened, like a yogi

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Like a baby without a diaper

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

Not much like a barney fife, more like a barney rubble.

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

Stackin paper like a pillar spittin like a killer

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Burn one like nero, got a gun like a hero

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow