This is a song about "Mind racing"

No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.

Like keep grinding boy, your life can change in one year

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Pacing, racing on this track like horses, nigga, place ya bets,

Rappers try racing with me they were born slow

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

I feel my mind racing, cause i know that im chasing

My brain is fuckin racing shit i'm spacing like a plain nut

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

Heart racing like the cops done hit the corner

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

And this will be the song that we sing