This is a song about "Racing cars"

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Mind racing on racing, lately i've been pacing

When bret hart meet brett farve

Hoes love me because of my cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Run away from the cars...

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

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

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Got like a hundred cars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

The you should look up in the stars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars