This is a song about "Race pimping"

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Steady pacing against the clock, i’ve got to win this race,

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Rat race no rat flow hard

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Race against the clocks tick

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Still sinning this ill pimping is bill clinton

Just to match the grind with precision

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Undercover to free the human race,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Pimping behind the palisade my fortress is a palace

My pace makes you start to race

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days