This is a song about "Track us down"

Sneak up on attack

Like a racer in the track

I know we be down, but i'll bring us back in it

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Cause one of us is going down i was born a survivor,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

The government tracks us down like basset hound echelons,

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Fucking beasts on every track...

One day that could all fall down, to gats they hold up on us,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Cover of the washington post, solbiato apparel

Wild and crazy, i'll track you down, call me daryl/

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Pass it down and still remain king,im amazing and they not even grazing us