This is a song about "Winning the race"

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

Steady pacing against the clock, i’ve got to win this race,

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Now u don't have a face to save, so don't be mad you lost the race

It'll last for all these crazy days

I'm sick of the pace of the human race

Bottom of the 9th and i'll still be winning

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

Winning me is the best thing u made but who heard

And i can get em all without lots of effort

Almost lost my life to the industry

Man in the race for souls for money

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Imma no longer be the disgrace to the human race.