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

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Straight g thing, double m g thing

No more does he exist, all are missing,

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

And the happy ones that will one day cease to exist.

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Beef: i hammer mine

Lookin' for these better days

Dont run now, this is not a race