This is a song about "Ski racing"

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

You all racing to the top ill just glide up

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

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

The clock is still racing

I know the road i'm taking

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Beat illmatic? fine, pace on tracks like a racing horse,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing

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

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

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

But i let off everything i have

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh