This is a song about "Extract"

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Like a surgeon ima map out and extract

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Wrapped in plastic wraps, bleaches stacked, tools used to extract,

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

In the act, when i extract,

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

Kill a bitch extract her blood and turn that spell her name in bloody alphabet