This is a song about "Track and field"

Me and carlcee talked smack and threw me off track

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Grow your ball sack and get on the track

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

And listen to this sick track

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Now sit back and listen to this track imprisoned

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

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

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

I know they pay me too much of attention

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I been out in the cotton field