This is a song about "Pacing"

Pacing the floor like a strung out meth addict

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

While blazing that smelly fragrance, as i am pacing

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

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

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

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio