This is a song about "Ski racing graduating friends"

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

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

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

I ski on your niggas, now the zombies awaken

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing

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

Time to stop the masturbation' and read a book so your brain can slow down - stop racing