This is a song about "The negro race"

Undercover to free the human race,

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Should have no residency, truly from the black race

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Slow and steady wins the race,

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

It takes time, no such thing as the master race,

I'm sick of the pace of the human race

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Huhmy home boys might squabble but we don't fall down

I race them down, a chasing call to praise the crown

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Tranna push u to complete the race till u reach haven's gate