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

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

She drove me like a race won, i #run #over, with some red wine

I'll backhand slap you, and write a track to tell you what i don't like!

At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

Running gayly down center stage, i flip out caged in a rage like a ballistic bomber

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

But to emcees up on the tracks i'm running this amazing race/

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

On a pop track, then exploded like i was atomic/

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Looking like a nigga turtle, you need to act your race

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Like a snow ball running down a hill