This is a song about "Tracking"

You know that love is a very serious thing

Wasting talent, packing to go tracking.

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Cracking throat,scrambling papers,to capture the fame,tracking my veins,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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