This is a song about "Street racing"

Time to stop the masturbation' and read a book so your brain can slow down - stop racing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

And if you got money man the head is amazing

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing

Now it's time to eat

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

More money that mean less sleep

Wen i walk down ya street

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Mind racing on racing, lately i've been pacing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king