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

Aces & lt on the track/

When i was starving now it's payback

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

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

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Thinking they murder the beat on a violent track,

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I'm back and on track, you'll be packed in a sack or a casket

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

I couldn't and would never let you on a track bitch,

Brought the game back to life on a 2pac track/

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Professing they found one ready as this

Don't realize this is a diss

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track