This is a song about "Track and field"

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I been out in the cotton field

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Now sit back and listen to this track imprisoned

Don't go the dark side and follow that track

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

I couldn't and would never let you on a track bitch,

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Verbs are my attack, crack a bottle and unpack more words to go onto the track,

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field