This is a song about "Diss tracks on friend"

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

On this side of the tracks there's only riches and wealth

Inducing my movements / as i'm improving my fusing on tracks

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

Cause you are on the diss,

And i don't rely on no bitches

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Why hate on beezy's tracks?

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

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

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

You rag on me but say your a friend

The day before is better than the present

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

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