This is a song about "Diss tracks on friend"

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

Beat illmatic? fine, pace on tracks like a racing horse,

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Walking to town on the tracks

If i don't make that man there dance

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

I mean the shit is, huey newton going stupid

That i am a white and write diss tracks like pac did.

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

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

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

Love the game though this is coming from a different place