This is a song about "Ski racing"

On the inside i'm shaking, epileptic brain and my hearts racing.

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

They calling me often to offer me walls

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

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

The clock is still racing

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

I ain't playing with these tracks, boy i'm racing for mileage

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

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

I ski on your niggas, now the zombies awaken

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king