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

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

We livin life in the fast lane

I wanted the money and never the fame

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

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

In the black neighborhoods, man we had driven fast,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Caught up in the system. running from the coppers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Time after time, again and again

Living life in the fast lane with a mad cane

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