This is a song about "Diss track on jacob"

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

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

So listen to the words that i preach on this track

Yes sir on the track i float

I fucking hate this job

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

Cause you are on the diss,

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

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