This is a song about "Track and field"

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Grow your ball sack and get on the track

And if they put shit on a track they wouldn't say so/

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

Don't go to the darkside, and follow that track

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

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

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection