This is a song about "Track and field"

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

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Someone murdered the track and ive been primely suspected

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Now sit back and listen to this track imprisoned

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

And some of you may oppose to this track

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq