This is a song about "Diss track on isaiah"

That moschino shit is so back

So i jump back on this track

She always comin back

845 brick squad on the track/

Cause you are on the diss,

And i can't help but notice

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

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

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

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

I started out goin soft on the track

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack