This is a song about "Diss track on my friend kyle"

From out of nowhere

My best friend who's not there

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

Speed up, patience, please cause

Me and my friend blastin' off

I spoke to my friend for hours on end

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

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

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

I don't want it on my back

So i jump back on this track

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

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack