This is a song about "That pace"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing.

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Distort and deface on a destructive pace

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Give him a job to lace you up and a slow pace

Don't you fall from grace

My flow you hate the pace

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

I'm sick of the pace of the human race

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

And i'm always taking life at my own pace

My pace scatters i've got loot like bankers

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers