This is a song about "Tears on the track"

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

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

So listen to the words that i preach on this track

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Brought the game back to life on a 2pac track/

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

Yes sir on the track i float

Tackling! right there on your instruments playing! right there on the track

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

I started out goin soft on the track

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

Sorry for what i did tears poured on the floor.

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more