This is a song about "Track and field"

And keep ya ears listening ‘n sniffing for a track by me,

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

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

Of masc to the field and double to the r

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

Well i will tell you just sit back and get attached to this track

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Top dropped down, black on black

And listen to this sick track

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Switch it, spit it, let the track go, and hit ‘em up!

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse