This is a song about "Racing"

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Rappers try racing with me they were born slow

Ali shaheed muhammad q-tip i'm trynna follow

The clock is still racing

Why not me the same thing

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Heart racing like the cops done hit the corner

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

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch