This is a song about "Railroad tracks"

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Little more weed, first class seats

Just stops me in my tracks

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

Inducing my movements / as i'm improving my fusing on tracks

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Honor that i'm guilty of bombing tracks

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks