This is a song about "Running track"

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

And listen to this sick track

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

From ireland but i'll land, running

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

Shaolin finger jab, stab the man running

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Rapping so fast/smacking this track

Cant you get rich off your own track

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

Ain't even tryna hold back

845 brick squad on the track/

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons