This is a song about "Tracking"

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

Wasting talent, packing to go tracking.

That don't mean you gotta stop dancing

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes