This is a song about "Trains"

I’m playing my hand and riding the iron horses and trains,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Bunnign up pure haze,hopping the barriers and running up to the trains,to the raves out

I stop for a second, bitches yellin proceed, i kinda underfed the crowd,

My team a run trains on you

She gonna dance when that molly through

Bitch in chains us switching lanes and terrains had the chains at the trains

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

I guess insane trains of thoughts are starting to pay it off,