This is a song about "Racing"

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

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

Mind racing on racing, lately i've been pacing

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

You all racing to the top ill just glide up

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

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

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

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Rappers try racing with me they were born slow

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

On the inside i'm shaking, epileptic brain and my hearts racing.

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper