This is a song about "Track and field"

Womanizing to say the least

I been out in the cotton field

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

Cant wait to get back in the barn and make a track

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

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

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back