This is a song about "Staying on track"

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

I am the illest the mother fucker when i'm on the track,

Full of myself, but staying on my own shelf

So, just tell me something about yourself

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I could spin circles around you on any track

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

How this fake g'z staying on their knees and talking like "please,

845 brick squad on the track/

Bring that shit the fuck back

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

I don't know why i'm even on this track

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back