Lyrics Analysis: The Art of Storytelling and Wordplay in ‘The Race’

I was trying to beat a case, but I ain’t beat that case, bitch I did the race Beat it up, wear a nut, shorty face Feel like glass cracking, foes like a face Rob a nigga then I go out like Blake Do the dash then I go out the way Rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace We tryna see a hundred bands in our face