This is a song about "Racing cars"

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

When bret hart meet brett farve

Hoes love me because of my cars

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing

And if you got money man the head is amazing

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Got like a hundred cars

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

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