This is a song about "Racing"

Rappers try racing with me they were born slow

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Beat illmatic? fine, pace on tracks like a racing horse,

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

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

Heart racing like the cops done hit the corner

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

All i can feel is my heart racing