This is a song about "Diss track on girl"

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I don't know why i'm even on this track

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Get my taste from all of my bitches

Twice now you're back on track not with

On a dope remix shout out to tyga, no diss on the net i saw yo girl chyna's vagina

America's mirror, making it in pelican's tare, reaping the shallow, leaving the

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

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

If i bleed on a beat, i got greed for a track

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

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

I don't want it on my back

But time to get on track