This is a song about "Diss tracks"

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Get blown like lawn leaves

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

Producing tracks from the mental till i die

If you ever feel alone and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Ill snap this cracker if he takes another glance at my tracks

They were partying i was cutting tracks

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

Don't realize this is a diss

Just stops me in my tracks

They just wanna dance