This is a song about "Diss track on angie"

Goddamn, the boy's back

So i jump back on this track

Thinking of how to get on track

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Who thinkin' they're big shots? runnin' on the fast track,

Tackling! right there on your instruments playing! right there on the track

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

I am the illest the mother fucker when i'm on the track,

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Cause you are on the diss,

Get my taste from all of my bitches

Simply wanna kick back, rippin on a sick track

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Thinking they murder the beat on a violent track,

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap