This is a song about "Diss tracks on flexsers"

On this side of the tracks there's only riches and wealth

Never will i ever utter never to myself

But to emcees up on the tracks i'm running this amazing race/

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga

Not the drugs, but on tracks and i'm still a

Beat illmatic? fine, pace on tracks like a racing horse,

They calling me often to offer me walls

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Inducing my movements / as i'm improving my fusing on tracks

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

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

My tracks stuck on replay, your button got dust on it

Cuz thats how we do it on my side of the tracks

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps