This is a song about "Racing"

I'm looking for a hiding station and my heart is racing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

My brain is fuckin racing shit i'm spacing like a plain nut

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

The way i'm racing around the track, call me nascar, nascar

Time to stop the masturbation' and read a book so your brain can slow down - stop racing

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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