This is a song about "Racing pigeons"

All i can feel is my heart racing

I'm activated by the moves your making

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

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

Awful lot of pigeons with jaws talking to cause attention

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Rappers try racing with me they were born slow

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Beat illmatic? fine, pace on tracks like a racing horse,

Pacing, racing on this track like horses, nigga, place ya bets,

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes