This is a song about "Losing track of time"

Pool of blood spilling, wet sign for this track!

When that money calls i holla back

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

Track 3.) man of the year (man of the year)

From everyting that i be seeing you losing tens of fans

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Sweating in my sleep dreams of losing what i keep

And some of you may oppose to this track

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

I can't take the pain and sorrow of losing my baby girl.

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"

Didn't you now, i'm climbing a mountain of track

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad