This is a song about "Diss track on ex girlfriend"

To soho, baby milo so dope

Yes sir on the track i float

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

Fucking beasts on every track...

And daddy's in the cadillac

But time to get on track

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Bout to snap like i own this track, watch this diss overlap pass yo own crap