This is a song about "Racing"

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

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

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

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

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

And if you got money man the head is amazing

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

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

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

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

Time to stop the masturbation' and read a book so your brain can slow down - stop racing

Mind racing on racing, lately i've been pacing

You know that love is a very serious thing