This is a song about "Pacing"

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

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

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

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

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Mind racing on racing, lately i've been pacing

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

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

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

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