This is a song about "A track"

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

Cant wait to get back in the barn and make a track

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Flow faster than usain at a track meet

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Didn't you now, i'm climbing a mountain of track

Wonder if they take it all back

I ain't done yet still spitting a track

''track star'' run real quick bitch like a track star

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

You be getting more neighs than a horserace track

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Verbs are my attack, crack a bottle and unpack more words to go onto the track,