This is a song about "Tracks"

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

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

I rap fast avoid the haters and look good on my tracks

I run scandals with savages

Kicks ass spit tracks so blasphemous

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Will sustain about a 100 albums of rap tracks

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

Put the purp in the blunt

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Where did my time go? i let it fly

Producing tracks from the mental till i die