This is a song about "Pacing"

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

While blazing that smelly fragrance, as i am pacing

I'm pacing back and forth my heart rate is changing

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I'm racing pacing these mountains, chasing that evasive fountain

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Pacing the floor like a strung out meth addict

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

I changed the station, my brain was racing, pacing crazy slow,

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Straight out of my place, a chase, a race, i'm chasing, racing, pacing.

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing