This is a song about "Pace"

To keeping up with the same pace lookin', boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

And i'm always taking life at my own pace

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Beat illmatic? fine, pace on tracks like a racing horse,

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

No time but not by a gun in, the face see the way that i pace

I'm going harder, and changing my pace

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

My pace makes you start to race

In his body and face

Who are disturbing the cities, and they're fazing the pace,

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days