This is a song about "Mind racing"

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I'm looking for a hiding station and my heart is racing

Get off a key like i can’t sing

All i can feel is my heart racing

Beat illmatic? fine, pace on tracks like a racing horse,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

Mobb deep shook it but prodigy took it a lil' too far

The way i'm racing around the track, call me nascar, nascar