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

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

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

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

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

Fucking beasts on every track...

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Thinking they murder the beat on a violent track,

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

So you drop a diss on a disk that you expect people to slip into their cd players

845 brick squad on the track/

The crown ruler is back

Aces & lt on the track/

Yo, i'll bet she be back