This is a song about "Racing pigeons"

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

Y'all niggas steady racing on that wristwatch, so tick tock,

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

I travel in a new york minute and keep it movin like pigeons

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I ain't playing with these tracks, boy i'm racing for mileage

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

You all racing to the top ill just glide up

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

Time to stop the masturbation' and read a book so your brain can slow down - stop racing

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

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting