This is a song about "Diss tracks on friend"

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Hottest on tracks, i'm the shit like what fills colostomy bags

Wreck raps on tracks call it homicidal,

With a honey in the middle

Cause you are on the diss,

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

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

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats