This is a song about "Train breakdown"

Niggas gonna run down, tell you put your gun down

Im about to have a mental breakdown,

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

The destinations hell, and this is a one way train!

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

They movement shit, that's a potty train

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Going to train on spiders

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

My verse caged with puffed rage made one train

Boarded the late train, hair still the same,

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

At a train station, no discrimination intended

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

I used to ride the iron horse, and that was the train,

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane