This is a song about "Pace"

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

My pace scatters i've got loot like bankers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Change the pace in which we moving give them something

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

My flow you hate the pace

But i know i see better days

Of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

I'm going harder, and changing my pace/

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

They say that i never cease to amaze

I don't gotta move to catch up to your pace

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

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