This is a song about "Motorbike racing streets"

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

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

Am i done?mother say i’m too youngbut what that mean?i took a chance and now i’m playing

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

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

I kept runnin through the streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

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

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

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Criminal paving these streets

Cause after all the lights and screams