This is a song about "Diss tracks on friend"

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

Cuz thats how we do it on my side of the tracks

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Why hate on beezy's tracks?

For setting up traps

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Walking to town on the tracks

Slept on me like you had tracks stashed in mattresses,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was