This is a song about "Fuck the human race"

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

I could discover a clade, but the human race would have it spayed

I represent the dark and twisted urges of the human race

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Fuck this shit! i feel like i'm still a human sacrifice,

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

It takes time, no such thing as the master race,

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Should have no residency, truly from the black race

Human race conquered the earth, as if they are entering a turf

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

But to emcees up on the tracks i'm runnin' this amazing race,

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Steady pacing against the clock, i’ve got to win this race,