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

A cannibal back on track hungry for some action

My talent should take me places i've never been

Top dropped down, black on black

845 brick squad on the track/

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

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

As often, i do this

Spit a poem or a diss

On a pop track, then exploded like i was atomic/

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

You got reason to brag

Like a racer in the track

Well, the club bout to hear this song

A whole diss on gays and what they do wrong