This is a song about "Colliding trains"

Raised by a momma who, who

My team a run trains on you

Bitch in chains us switching lanes and terrains had the chains at the trains

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Gets him his coffee? thats nothing to proud about thats nothing to be loud about

Bunnign up pure haze,hopping the barriers and running up to the trains,to the raves out

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

I guess insane trains of thoughts are starting to pay it off,

With some lesbians that don't know english

Suicidally colliding with

Power combined with speed like a mike tyson swing colliding with a lighting spree

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

I’m playing my hand and riding the iron horses and trains,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes