This is a song about "The negro race"

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

The uk is a lovely place, full of all sorts of race

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Cops give a damn about a negro

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Race against the clocks tick

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

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

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

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Steady pacing against the clock, i’ve got to win this race,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Race laps of mad collabs like im runnin the autobahn,

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

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down