This is a song about "Race pimpin"

Undercover to free the human race,

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Gin makes me sin

Step up to this pimpin'

I go pimpin every night like shaq

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

But i know i see better days

Made me loose faith on human race.

You doin everything to me to make my heart beat or race.

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Can't stop so do you want to race,

Just know that i'm always