This is a song about "Racing time"

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

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

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing

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

Motivation from nipsey or glasses, jay rock

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

I changed the station, my brain was racing, pacing crazy slow,

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Bun b, i’m underground king

The clock is still racing