This is a song about "Staying on track"

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Thinking they murder the beat on a violent track,

So i jump back on this track

I'm about to snap

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

I started out goin soft on the track

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

His blunder was misshapen, try stay on track

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

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

845 brick squad on the track/

This is why her nigga mad