This is a song about "Diss track on hater"

And i don't rely on no bitches

Cause you are on the diss,

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

The jager in my cup is licorice black

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

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

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

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Thinking they murder the beat on a violent track,

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Thinking of how to get on track

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back