This is a song about "Track and field"

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

And if they put shit on a track they wouldn't say so/

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Her lifes a field of landmines

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

Don't go to the darkside, and follow that track

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend