This is a song about "Walking in the trains tracks"

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

But i'm still walking, and it's six in the morning

I put the f in unk so i'll be damned if you start walking out

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

But five years from now i bet she see

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Walking in the centre, hit me and i mush like feta

See me walking, walkin in the pathway

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

We on another level, i'm bout to pull that porsche out

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around