This is a song about "Francis diss track"

As soon as ya heard that track

The door crack, niggas all black

Make the fingers snap

But time to get on track

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Because this record is only to diss

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

Took in the info like my new track

Bring that shit the fuck back

Fucking beasts on every track...

Watch me fuck all these bitches

Cause you are on the diss,

Like a racer in the track

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad