This is a song about "Hard diss track roast"

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Some people are just too hard to diss. i tried, but i don't think my first two lines

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Just wait til the next track

And daddy's in the cadillac

And listen to this sick track

Please don't get me started or i will surely roast this,

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Getting lower than your diss track to k. brick in the battle,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

I hope u consider this rap a roast

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Roast to dusk, i don't give two fucks like cloned celibate sluts

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems