This is a song about "Tracy is a sal"

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

There is such a fierce competition

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

Life is a game of chess and mine is on a stalemate

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

I can make it rain

Bitch this is not a game

This is just a few bars

The you should look up in the stars

Every day, a star is born,

Cause they fear me in physical form