This is a song about "Pacing"

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Then you got to pacing off the place seething, to the racy bar you'd since fre-quent

Hopping to get eaten by a gust, i'm not the greatest, i'm just an atom of a dust.

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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

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

Steady pacing against the clock, i’ve got to win this race,

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face