This is a song about "Street racing"

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

The way i'm racing around the track, call me nascar, nascar

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Mind racing on racing, lately i've been pacing

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

I’m way harder than the concrete

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

On the inside i'm shaking, epileptic brain and my hearts racing.

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring