This is a song about "Mind racing"

The clock is still racing

Bun b, i’m underground king

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

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

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter

Heart racing like the cops done hit the corner

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her