This is a song about "Racing"

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

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

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

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

Am i done?mother say i’m too youngbut what that mean?i took a chance and now i’m playing

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing