This is a song about "Pewdiepie diss track sitting on your ass all day"

Tackling! right there on your instruments playing! right there on the track

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

I could do this all day 'n diss you with my feet laid back

At a track meet and your tryna spit on a whack beat.

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out

I'll diss you all, make you delete your account,

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

The centerfold sitting on the couch should say it all

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Your raps, oh snap, i'm back, on this track.

'cause even when i'm sitting on my ass, i'm at a war too

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

It's all a game, still your ass is up on the wall of shame,

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain