This is a song about "Railroad tracks"

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Will sustain about a 100 albums of rap tracks

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Just stops me in my tracks

Dexxter killin killin tracks

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

And all women who had light features, see

Living out of bags

Why hate on beezy's tracks?

They were partying i was cutting tracks

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

He just get her bigger bags