This is a song about "Street racing"

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

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

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Yeah i know we never got to meet

The revolution will proceed

Now we all in the street

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

Mind racing on racing, lately i've been pacing

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later