This is a song about "Mind racing"

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

Mind racing on racing, lately i've been pacing

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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

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

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

On the inside i'm shaking, epileptic brain and my hearts racing.

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

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

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

You start just racing and pacing and you wait for the start,