This is a song about "The negro race"

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

Imma no longer be the disgrace to the human race.

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

I race to the line, blow past the dust

But i know i see better days

I'm sick of the pace of the human race

Police chase on the news breeze through this race perused

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

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

Driving my car to a foreign place

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

In a no-rules race,quick with the phase

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways