This is a song about "Track and field"

I couldn't and would never let you on a track bitch,

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Now sit back and listen to this track imprisoned

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Of masc to the field and double to the r

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

And some of you may oppose to this track

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

They calling me often to offer me walls

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

Dont get confused when i take your track and rewind it