This is a song about "Ski racing"

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

I ain't playing with these tracks, boy i'm racing for mileage

The clock is still racing

I know the road i'm taking

You all racing to the top ill just glide up

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

I got my ski mask and my black gloves on