This is a song about "Diss tracks on friend"

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

Is written in our souls, africa

Wreck raps on tracks call it homicidal,

With a honey in the middle

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

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

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

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Cause you are on the diss,

Ships that sail to distant places

Why hate on beezy's tracks?

For setting up traps

See me and hope i'm intoxicated or slightly faded

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