This is a song about "Racing to nowhere"

Thrown in the cage with nowhere to go

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

There would be no violence, nowhere in anyplace

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

But the wheelchair's nowhere to be found

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Mind racing on racing, lately i've been pacing

After you wrote your rap, immediately you got 3 votes outa nowhere

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell