This is a song about "Ski racing"

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Y'all niggas steady racing on that wristwatch, so tick tock,

At that moment was an epiphany and had a bad feeling so i started racing

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

The way i'm racing around the track, call me nascar, nascar

And if you got money man the head is amazing

Mind racing on racing, lately i've been pacing

The way i'm racing around the track, call me nascar, nascar

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing