This is a song about "Motorsport pt"

Rule number one eliminate the competition

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

What is everything, down to atomic,

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Sipping on some different liquid leaning like it's limbo

Night falls in thirty minutes, angels fall at instant speed

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Droppin dime gold digga

So when ya see me nigga

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

I steal a fate, deliver ashes, instant cremate.

Till im cosigned or resigned atomic like thymine and iodine

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine