This is a song about "Elite"

Fast itll be me that yours facin, so get pacin, im racin, im like an elite athlete

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Weeper, teacher, sprinting creature, to defeat the elite cheater.

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Of corrupt government leaders and elite aristocracy,

Harvard's elite and pseud-intellectuals had it for ninety years,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I need to beat

79. i morph the elite,

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

So call me red cos i beat elite fours