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

Runnin shit like a track star,

That gal want me ride har

Looking for them better days

Dont run now, this is not a race

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

Like a racer in the track

I promise i'mma call you back

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

I rap sharply like i spit a tack at you i stick to the track like glue

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn