This is a song about "Tracks"

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

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

He just get her bigger bags

Why hate on beezy's tracks?

Will sustain about a 100 albums of rap tracks

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

Wreck raps on tracks call it homicidal,

With a honey in the middle

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

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Inducing my movements / as i'm improving my fusing on tracks

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

They were partying i was cutting tracks