This is a song about "Ski racing"

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Pacing, racing on this track like horses, nigga, place ya bets,

No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I'm looking for a hiding station and my heart is racing

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

You start just racing and pacing and you wait for the start,

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

See, most sites will give me three and a half

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

Mind racing on racing, lately i've been pacing

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing