This is a song about "Flowin on the track"

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

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Thinking they murder the beat on a violent track,

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

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

When love comes callin', don’t look back

845 brick squad on the track/

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Up on the mike flowin true all night, no doubt but what good do you do?

On the track, cuz your shit is whack

When love comes callin', don’t love back