This is a song about "Rag racing"

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

The clock is still racing

But he don't rule a thing

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

I changed the station, my brain was racing, pacing crazy slow,

Theres your dinner, chew him up like a rag

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap