This is a song about "Pacing"

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

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

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

You're a vestige that's meant to end, so full stop, you're sentenced and

'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

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

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

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing