This is a song about "Racing"

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

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

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

You all racing to the top ill just glide up

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Good love then i can do that for her

Heart racing like the cops done hit the corner

I ain't playing with these tracks, boy i'm racing for mileage

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear