This is a song about "Mind racing"

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

Time to stop the masturbation' and read a book so your brain can slow down - stop racing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

At that moment was an epiphany and had a bad feeling so i started racing

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

I changed the station, my brain was racing, pacing crazy slow,

You all racing to the top ill just glide up

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Limelight, my mind's racing faced with these dreams we chasing/