This is a song about "Racing all night"

No lie you baddest all night

On that red-eyed kush flight

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

The art of peer pressure manifests itself in me all night

My direction good, well-rounded type

Better act right, i hit that ass all night

I plead with em, the system ain't right

I rap all day... and night until light,

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

You all racing to the top ill just glide up

No big surprise we'll be up all night

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

December 4th a star was born

(and go berserk) all night long

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time