This is a song about "Racing"

Get off a key like i can’t sing

The clock is still racing

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

My brain is fuckin racing shit i'm spacing like a plain nut

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

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

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

Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stationssorry i left that ass waiting

At that moment was an epiphany and had a bad feeling so i started racing

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub

You all racing to the top ill just glide up

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper