This is a song about "Running like a track race"

Dont run now, this is not a race

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Lame artists rapping i got em running like a relay

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

She prayed on me passing that bar

Runnin shit like a track star,

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

I'm about to track you down like a bloodhound, cunt

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

There's crack, there's crack

Like a racer in the track

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

Burn like furnace urns, re-furnish on the track as a fern,