This is a song about "My friend who races bikes that passed away"

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

My heart races thinking of fading faces in these desolate places.

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

Shouts to the niggas that passed away

With mad skills and a fast act, who still can't get passed that

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Im starving for blood my friend

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Am i clear to you?picture me rollin' nigga, legitfree like o.j. all day

Might as well cause my shit's so advanced that at first glance it will blast you away,

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

Former things are passed away i believe in all of these words for it to come

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races