This is a song about "Eagles track and field"

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Come back around and track 'em down like bassett hounds,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Now sit back and listen to this track imprisoned

Dont get confused when i take your track and rewind it

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Well i will tell you just sit back and get attached to this track

Me and carlcee talked smack and threw me off track

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Someone murdered the track and ive been primely suspected

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Grow your ball sack and get on the track

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Her lifes a field of landmines