This is a song about "The negro race"

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

But to emcees up on the tracks i'm running this amazing race/

Imma no longer be the disgrace to the human race.

But you never come when you period is five days

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

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

Cops give a damn about a negro

Word, absence will make the heart grow

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Should have no residency, truly from the black race

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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race