This is a song about "Racing pigeons"

You all racing to the top ill just glide up

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Dreaming too another religion based off of flying pigeons

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

The way i'm racing around the track, call me nascar, nascar

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

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

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Limelight, my mind's racing faced with these dreams we chasing/

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

And other times they'll be as high as pigeons sit nigga

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

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