This is a song about "Stop the diss tracks"

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Throwin out tracks that raise the bobonic plagued spirits/

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Same girls at the party, same dope hip-hop tracks

Hottest on tracks, i'm the shit like what fills colostomy bags

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Never will i ever utter never to myself

On this side of the tracks there's only riches and wealth

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Yep that's the world on the other side of the tracks

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box