This is a song about "Track and field"

Well i will tell you just sit back and get attached to this track

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

And listen to this sick track

The crown ruler is back

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Someone murdered the track and ive been primely suspected

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

Verbs are my attack, crack a bottle and unpack more words to go onto the track,

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

Dont get confused when i take your track and rewind it