This is a song about "Diss track about a liar and selfish person"

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

But some label me as a satirical liar

I'm about to track you down like a bloodhound, cunt

That happen to act like a black president

Fuck the game, she's just a selfish prick

I bet you hear that white music

Cant wait to get back in the barn and make a track

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

And my mum is calling a person that is magic sue

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

Malia family, we the family

A selfish request i understand this to be.

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Discerning between a sermon and the life of a real person

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Change shit and become a better people person