This is a song about "Ski racing graduating friends"

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Since we were never really friends.

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

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

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

To increase my ends

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stationssorry i left that ass waiting

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

All i can feel is my heart racing

Same '89 camry that needs painting