This is a song about "Diss tracks on flexsers"

My tracks stuck on replay, your button got dust on it

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Crunch rhymes like diamonds 'till on tracks i let 'em roar,

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

But to emcees up on the tracks i'm running this amazing race/

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

He knows i wont drop he knows my tracks will be on replay never stop

I ain't buying your diss towards 'mac were you on crack?

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

A whole diss on gays and what they do wrong

Haven't seen a girl in so long

But to emcees up on the tracks i'm runnin' this amazing race,

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace