This is a song about "No hoes on the track"

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

Im still on track even if the runner trip.

Or never say never though i admit

Who thinkin' they're big shots? runnin' on the fast track,

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

In her defense she a part of the crowd

But i’m done on this track, so i’ll peace the fuck out

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Thinking they murder the beat on a violent track,

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack