This is a song about "Diss track on ricegum cuz hes a wasteman and he fucks ksi with chopsticks"

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

On the track, cuz your shit is whack

Licking peoples arses like hes following his cattle, he tends to mutter cus hes got a

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

And served it to the public on a silver platter

I'll pray to god in church and ask if hes merged with a rapper

Hes got the prison guards recording him as he grinds his dirty ass on the cell bars,

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

And if they put shit on a track they wouldn't say so/

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

'cuz my life is a car with no hands on the wheel,