This is a song about "Street racing"

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Limelight, my mind's racing faced with these dreams we chasing/

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Now it's time to eat

Now we all in the street

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

G.o.n.z. running down the street

Bitch i'm all you need

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing