This is a song about "Diss tracks on friend"

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

How beautiful are thou, africa

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

But to emcees up on the tracks i'm runnin' this amazing race,

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

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

Slept on me like you had tracks stashed inside your mattresses,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

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

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Why hate on beezy's tracks?

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

We getting money, you can face the facts

Yep that's the world on the other side of the tracks