This is a song about "Track and field"

Now everybody smoke to it, for this is, the celebration

Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation

Me and carlcee talked smack and threw me off track

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

Word to shawn corey, and you know what i am doing

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I'm always out in the cotton field

And some of you may oppose to this track

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

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

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Now sit back and listen to this track imprisoned