This is a song about "Tracking"

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Hating my macking, they asking

Wasting talent, packing to go tracking.

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad