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

All that counts is that head up your ass,

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

Sitting on my baby ass starting to bawl

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

Come and see what i'm about, pull your hair you say my name

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

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

So now smoking your ass out will make my day

Excuse me how the hell do you feel you sit on your ass all day and you mothers

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

I could have destroyed your fake-ass any day/

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

I ain't buying your diss towards 'mac were you on crack?