This is a song about "Race"

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

Rat race no rat flow hard

So rest your weary heart

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

I represent the dark and twisted urges of the human race

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Everyone deals with it, eminem was judged cuz of his race

Never can i straight face

My pace makes you start to race

Dont run now, this is not a race

In his body and face

Undercover to free the human race,

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