This is a song about "A track"

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Brought the game back to life on a 2pac track/

If i bleed on a beat, i got greed for a track

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

I'm about to track you down like a bloodhound, cunt

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

At a track meet and your tryna spit on a whack beat.

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Like a racer in the track

Can't win with a passive attack

She prayed on me passing that bar

Runnin shit like a track star,

You be getting more neighs than a horserace track

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back