This is a song about "Staying on track"

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

On the track, cuz your shit is whack

You got reason to brag

The door crack, niggas all black

I got my life back on track

This is why her nigga mad

But time to get on track

Twice now you're back on track not with

So it's nothing to finish

Who thinkin' they're big shots? runnin' on the fast track,

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

If i bleed on a beat, i got greed for a track