This is a song about "A diss track on callum"

Don't realize this is a diss

They are the coaches in this

Can't win with a passive attack

Aces & lt on the track/

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

At a track meet and your tryna spit on a whack beat.

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

Burn like furnace urns, re-furnish on the track as a fern,

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

When that money calls i holla back

Fucking beasts on every track...

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

And if they put shit on a track they wouldn't say so/

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low