This is a song about "Racing cars"

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

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

And if you got money man the head is amazing

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

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

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing