This is a song about "Diss track on luke kelly"

Cause you are on the diss,

She gon get the mils for this

Thinking they murder the beat on a violent track,

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

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

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

So listen to the words that i preach on this track

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

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

Bout to snap like i own this track, watch this diss overlap pass yo own crap

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

Kill your grandma, piss on her corpse, r. kelly nigga,

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

And there's no way i can pay you back

His blunder was misshapen, try stay on track