This is a song about "Track and field"

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

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

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

I'm always out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

At a track meet and your tryna spit on a whack beat.

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Now sit back and listen to this track imprisoned

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

Grow your ball sack and get on the track

Two times for the chicks with the right bag