This is a song about "Zachary tracks are whack"

If you ever feel alone and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

The slacker in the class, but his tracks are immaculate

These whack rappers, rapping whack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Credit card late fees

While i make tracks overseas

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

You look insanely whack when just a fraction of my tracks run

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

With tracks on my sleeve, you girl are never gunna leave", forever awake no sleep

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

But until that, i'm just killin' smaller tracks