This is a song about "Diss track on girl"

I'm tired of them talking smack on my track.

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

I could spin circles around you on any track

So i jump back on this track

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Thinking of how to get on track

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Getting lower than your diss track to k. brick in the battle,

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track