This is a song about "Track and field"

Truthfully, some eye at least

I'm always out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I been out in the cotton field

Grow your ball sack and get on the track

Can't win with a passive attack

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

Track every stack, now im back, and rack stacks

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

Of masc to the field and double to the r

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

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

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

Switch it, spit it, let the track go, and hit ‘em up!

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club