This is a song about "Train tracks"

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

And bijies like im out and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Going to train on spiders

Oldest nation on this earth

Everyday we line up for that one train/

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

And sniff train tracks of cocaine watch how the world swirls

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Infact soul train wouldn't hire you

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Honor that i'm guilty of bombing tracks