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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Put me on a track i'll rap the microphone with e's (ease)

He gave me some excuse like he's dancing on the ceiling

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

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

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Me on a track is similar to playing battleship with a mirror behind your chair

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

There's a kid on the path, and she's laughing n' dancing

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

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

Fucking beasts on every track...

When love comes callin', don’t love back