This is a song about "Diss tracks on friend"

Nigga i ain't never scared

You rag on me but say your a friend

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

The body she bestrode on the ride tracks he overrode

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

I'll slit your throat then cut ligaments i'm a train on tracks.

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

I rap fast avoid the haters and look good on my tracks

Slept on me like you had tracks stashed inside your mattresses,

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

I'm in love with your business

Cause you are on the diss,

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

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit