This is a song about "Ski racing"

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

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

All i can feel is my heart racing

Straight g thing, double m g thing

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

I got my ski mask and my black gloves on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

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

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