This is a song about "A diss track about my ex who cheated on me"

Me on a track is similar to playing battleship with a mirror behind your chair

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

It's no longer a new jack city

There is no rapper who can diss me

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I attack a rappers track who beefs with me right back

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Every night i stroke hoes

I got my life back on track

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Some attention from this bitch, who just lied and soberly cheated

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Polemic, i corrupt the memories of those who try diss me

Put me on a track i'll rap the microphone with e's (ease)

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies