This is a song about "Ski racing"

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

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

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

And this will be the song that we sing

You all racing to the top ill just glide up

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for