This is a song about "Track and field"

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

Me and carlcee talked smack and threw me off track

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

I'm always out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

Don't go the dark side and follow that track

? all white but the phantom is all black

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

And listen to this sick track

Ha my mojo back

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track