This is a song about "The negro race"

I race to the line, blow past the dust

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

Man in the race for souls for money

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

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

"we can play the climax race, if you're so inclined"

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

I'm sick of the pace of the human race

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

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

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

But to emcees up on the tracks i'm runnin' this amazing race,