This is a song about "Im back on ather track"

But time to get on track

I can't turn back

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Im still on track even if the runner trip.

The third one is mixed, white and black

So i jump back on this track

Dammit he's back to get smacked off my track,

I promise i'mma call you back

Lets get back to the track that im attack,

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Twice now you're back on track not with

Get my taste from all of my bitches

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Too many rhymes are spat haphazard, that's why i back track,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Im nice, anybody else here would kick your ass back to your broken track