This is a song about "Diss tracks"

Spit a poem or a diss

So it's nothing to finish

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

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

Because this record is only to diss

Go! you free to go about your business

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Or ima tie your ass to the rail tracks

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

He just get her bigger bags

Producing tracks from the mental till i die

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

I'll smash tracks and act sick

Just stops me in my tracks

And all she wants is to dance