This is a song about "Following in my tracks"

With tracks on my sleeve, you girl are never gunna leave", forever awake no sleep

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

Tracks amplified emceeing for publicity in a calmer manor, hammered petes tongs

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

Because i'm weary of seeing all these rappers spitting on records with no skill

Satan falls back..demons get smacked...evil backtracks sinners get stopped in their tracks/

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

Only means i'm following my dreams ma

Is written in our souls, africa

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

Inducing my movements / as i'm improving my fusing on tracks

You're not following me,

And niggas flashing crazy

Following footprints with a magnifying glass

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash