This is a song about "Flying down a 2 track"

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother

See these retarded garbage artists try to track us down,

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Nothing to do so ya just release a track,

Or when flying down a panel in some hi-top jays

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Cause i’m a profit; i can see bodies flying every where

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Now that she's gone i'm flying right off track

Know what i do: manufacturing crack