This is a song about "Motorbike racing streets"

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

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

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Physically straight but they cake they behavior

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing

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

I kept runnin through the streets

Malcolm x, by any means

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

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing