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

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Aces & lt on the track/

Tackling! right there on your instruments playing! right there on the track

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

845 brick squad on the track/

Snapple fact: you rather wack

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

I am the illest the mother fucker when i'm on the track,

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

I am the illest mother fucker when im on the track, uh

I don't wanna stack or slack, just wanna stay on the right track

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete