This is a song about "Diss tracks on friend"

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

You rag on me but say your a friend

That happen to act like a black president

Why hate on beezy's tracks?

For setting up traps

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

If i don't make that man there dance

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Not the drugs, but on tracks and i'm still a

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

How can i portray this

Cause you are on the diss,