This is a song about "Tracks"

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

They say i talk like im god body

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

They were partying i was cutting tracks

Producing tracks from the mental till i die

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

4-3... yea, remember that please

While i make tracks overseas

My bitches pure thick

I'll smash tracks and act sick

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Why hate on beezy's tracks?

For setting up traps

Yep that's the world on the other side of the tracks

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse