This is a song about "Railroad tracks"

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

I rap fast avoid the haters and look good on my tracks

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

And she throws up whatever she eats

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

And bijies like im out and

All i'm hearin' is another nigga's life over tracks

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Or ima tie your ass to the rail tracks

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see