This is a song about "Lost track of tome"

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

You should of thought of that now watch slaughter this track

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

Let me consult my magic tome stashed away within this stack of porn

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

Track of tough love with tattered seems

Can barely walk the city streets

Turn 'em off! time to set it off, get you wet and soft

Gave his entire life for the sands of the lost

And some of you may oppose to this track

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat