This is a song about "Nascar"

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

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

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

Baby, you know who you are

Your team will crash like nascar

Or driver for fucking nascar

If there’s a shining star

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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

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