This is a song about "A diss track about pop tart a player in oca"

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....

A player getting played at his own game

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Seems very intensely, too much damn pop tart

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

In my optical trigger like a follicle to pop at you

Cause bitch, i'm big business

Spit a poem or a diss

Top dropped down, black on black

Like a racer in the track

Pick up a bullet then pop a cap in/

And i love your mind and ambition

Getting lower than your diss track to k. brick in the battle,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will