This is a song about "Mind racing"

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

I ain't playing with these tracks, boy i'm racing for mileage

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.

Rocking my peers and putting suckas in fear

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

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

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

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

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

All i can feel is my heart racing