This is a song about "Race car bed"

Still laying in my bed

My god come before this bread

I put my body to bed

You could say i'm friends with fred

I guzzle up at the bar

Your music in the car

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

Dont run now, this is not a race

But she took it in his place

I'm a fucking rap star

Down the street to the car,

Made me loose faith on human race.

Never can i straight face

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Can't stop so do you want to race,