This is a song about "Railroad tracks"

If i don't make that man there dance

Walking to town on the tracks

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

But until that, i'm just killin' smaller tracks

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Ill snap this cracker if he takes another glance at my tracks

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

Honor that i'm guilty of bombing tracks

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax