This is a song about "Hard diss track roast"

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

Not too close cause i dont wanna be a ghost my soul on a stick burnt marshmallow roast

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

Because this record is only to diss

May just gon' bring hobo back

Like a racer in the track

The truth shall be told

And its your body i roast

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

Bout to snap like i own this track, watch this diss overlap pass yo own crap