This is a song about "Pacing"

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

I walk down cushing on the dyke back and forth i'm pacing

While blazing that smelly fragrance, as i am pacing

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

'cause she must be racing and pacing and patiently waiting by the bench and the chair

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

They calling me often to offer me walls

You start just racing and pacing and you wait for the start,

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Pacing, racing on this track like horses, nigga, place ya bets,

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Mind racing on racing, lately i've been pacing

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king