This is a song about "Sippel laps"

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

That she was too fat to swim laps she need a slim fast

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Till the day i die i'm running laps around these wiretaps

Mom's stressed from two dads, putting more crap on her laps

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Race laps of mad collabs like im runnin the autobahn,

Leading with the speed by like one or two laps

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

Running shit and i need more laps

Man it’s the killer tracks