This is a song about "A diss track about a dork named luke"

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Learned to hustle from a guy named mel

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

By a crackhead named june

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

You bout as straight as a wheel some fool named ferris.

I used to be a dork now these girls all wanna chase me

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I’m not the one taking a “fuck you” as a diss,

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

I got a gun named moses, i’m in the club wit' it

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

''track star'' run real quick bitch like a track star

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

The psychotic dork with a knife as a fork like