This is a song about "How race doesn t exist"

Metaphors son, i'm guessin you didn't know they exist

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

My whole fucking life gone in the mist stripped, the whole time god didnt exist

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Sorry bitch this is my world where time doesnt exist

A head without single faces, i don't exist in your world.

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Just know that i'm always

Slow and steady wins the race,

Made me loose faith on human race.

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

No more does he exist, all are missing,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Once again, sit back, lets not race

But i'm not in the first place