This is a song about "Mind racing"

Rappers try racing with me they were born slow

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

All i can feel is my heart racing

I know the moves i'm making

Y'all niggas steady racing on that wristwatch, so tick tock,

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Heart racing like the cops done hit the corner

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.

You all racing to the top ill just glide up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck