This is a song about "Layton dawkes diss track"

Make the fingers snap

And listen to this sick track

Like a racer in the track

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

That's acid rap, we killed the track

When i was starving now it's payback

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

You cant even write a good diss?

Fucking beasts on every track...

May just gon' bring hobo back

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

The door crack, niggas all black

I started out goin soft on the track