This is a song about "Sippel laps"

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

Switch swag on you little dick fags

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

Race laps of mad collabs like im runnin the autobahn,

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

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Leading with the speed by like one or two laps

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

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

Running shit and i need more laps

She do it with no hands