This is a song about "Street races"

Sometimes i think, what i need

When they see me on elm street

Scream like nightmares from a street

African queen got what you need

I need to beat

G.o.n.z. running down the street

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Bumping that 2001 shit going down the street

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

Just to overthrow discrimination against different races

Our races were faced with hate and it was tragic

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Wen i walk down ya street

Last of a dying breed

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

My heart races thinking of fading faces in these desolate places.