This is a song about "Isaac diss track"

When love comes callin', don’t look back

But time to get on track

Bring that shit the fuck back

That's acid rap, we killed the track

Ya....isick(isaac) like im newton

Carolina where i made it from

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

Because this record is only to diss

Cant you get rich off your own track

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss