This is a song about "Diss track mason"

You cant even write a good diss?

You ain't working hard as this

Make the fingers snap

I got my life back on track

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

I ain't done yet still spitting a track

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

From the womb, my newborn child

She was wet off the bat

But time to get on track

Cant you get rich off your own track

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Ships that sail to distant places

Spit a poem or a diss

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Paul mason is faster than you