This is a song about "Flowin on the track"

They're still hustlers on the fast track moving asap kid,

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

Now that it's on the track i guess it sounds pretty sick

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Aces & lt on the track/

In the house, holla back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

I am the illest mother fucker when im on the track, uh

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

Burn like furnace urns, re-furnish on the track as a fern,

Fucking beasts on every track...

The crown ruler is back