This is a song about "Winning the race"

But five years from now i bet she see

Man in the race for souls for money

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

That was the beginning, and im winning,

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

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

I race to the line, blow past the dust

Should have no residency, truly from the black race

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Driven to get the position where i'm constantly winning

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days