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

With the rain pouring as i keep walking,

Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning

Yep that's the world on the other side of the tracks

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

In a private jet while i'm walking in

You just working with the scraps you was given

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

She a honest girl so i'mma slam her out

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

It was just another party

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Too high can't barely stand, walking outside in the dark