This is a song about "Racing"

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

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

Mind racing on racing, lately i've been pacing

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

You start just racing and pacing and you wait for the start,

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

All i can feel is my heart racing

And getting money is the song i sing

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing