This is a song about "Terminator pace death race first place"

Kill you in the cypher,death in the first meeting

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

Once they start the race, at once i'm on first place

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

I'll chew ya up and spit ya out, race, place, facial traits,

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

I could change pace, with a punch sweepin this place,

Now fck with dis rhyme pace,well u can never catch me in dis race!,

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Im in first place put you in third

The concept is so absurd

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Stand up and pace, then sit down right back in the same place

I'm sick of the pace of the human race

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face