This is a song about "Dancing on a train track with purple pants on"

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

He been waiting for his connection to come

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

I'll slit your throat then cut ligaments i'm a train on tracks.

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Go on vacation, cant even afford to get on a train at the station

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

By #number #one on this #train #track, the most promising villain

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

Smoking on purple to free my mind,

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind