This is a song about "Tracking"

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

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.

And getting money is the song i sing

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes