This is a song about "Racing accident"

Please call the ambulence i think i had accident

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

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

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

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

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

And this will be the song that we sing

All i can feel is my heart racing