This is a song about "Nascar"

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Or driver for fucking nascar

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

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

We're filled with low-income toothless moms, nascar dads,

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Your team will crash like nascar

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

If footloose was a nascar driver, he'd be dale earnhardt

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

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

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