This is a song about "Race motor"

Yea... the human race, magnificent,

More or less, change is imminent

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I find it funny as hell his death was in a motor

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

It feels like a big race,

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Can't stop so do you want to race,

And i just love your flashy ways

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

But the motor died, i'm a soldier who never dies

Undercover to free the human race,

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face