This is a song about "Diss track on my cousin"

Came from fucking nothing, smoking l's with my cousin

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

And by the way i'mma start

My cousin dont get me hard,

Thinking of how to get on track

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

As my work rate beckons to keep on track of pleasure

I’m an animal my video on discovery channel

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

Have that consistence drive long as your motor’s running

Asia grants my cousin and we'd always be discussing

Wonder if they take it all back

Aces & lt on the track/