This is a song about "Racing"

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

All i can feel is my heart racing

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

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

Mind racing on racing, lately i've been pacing

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

You know that love is a very serious thing

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

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

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Y'all niggas steady racing on that wristwatch, so tick tock,

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock