This is a song about "Train"

At a train station, no discrimination intended

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Why do you like an extra on soul train

High: that's why they call us planes

I train in spittin flames,

The money grubber, locomotive train motorcar motive

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Running infront of a train

Love turns into pain

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

I just bought a ticket for the crazy train

Every weekend going to airports and train stations

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Code red, which means you go red

I swear life's been a train wreck