This is a song about "That pace"

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

Ya won't even be able to keep up with our pace,

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

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Fuckin' maggots, to pace, race, hit you in the face!

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

I'm going harder, and changing my pace/

Of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Let's face it, i can’t replace

My pace makes you start to race

Smack a blunt in the mouth two toke's the pace,

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

No time but not by a gun in, the face see the way that i pace

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase