This is a song about "Running fast in the track"

Cant wait to get back in the barn and make a track

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Running out the clock tell im around in the sky birds flock

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

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

From trying ride life in the fast lane

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

And i remember always running in the hallways as a kid,

Don’t you be holding back

Rapping so fast/smacking this track

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Too fast when i mangle the fascists that're damn tangled in panic

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

We livin life in the fast lane

Illuminati in control vigilante on patrols philanthropists running the show ruining souls/

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close