This is a song about "The negro race"

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Race laps of mad collabs like im runnin the autobahn,

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

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Bow our heads, say our grace, getting out the hood is a god damn race

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

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Police chase on the news breeze through this race perused

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

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

Change factors race the lane backwards take chance

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks