This is a song about "Winning the race"

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

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

I represent the dark and twisted urges of the human race

And any connotation is viewed many ways

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

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I see the devil grinning, as if he's winning

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Should have no residency, truly from the black race

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting

The biggest failure of winning