This is a song about "Nascar"

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

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

Your team will crash like nascar

Know you want me to fall

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

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

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Or driver for fucking nascar

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

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

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

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far