This is a song about "Tracks"

All i'm hearin' is another nigga's life over tracks

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Will sustain about a 100 albums of rap tracks

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

Producing tracks from the mental till i die

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

But until that, i'm just killin' smaller tracks

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

On they twitter writing novels, see

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

I'll slit your throat then cut ligaments i'm a train on tracks.

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Just stops me in my tracks