This is a song about "Ski racing"

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

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

My brain is fuckin racing shit i'm spacing like a plain nut

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

I changed the station, my brain was racing, pacing crazy slow,

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

I ski on your niggas, now the zombies awaken

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

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

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring