This is a song about "Rap diss track rhyming"

She just keeps singing rappin and rhyming

So if it comes down, may the best man win

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Im rhyming to explain the reason, not rhyming for no reason

That's acid rap, we killed the track

Yeah, the sex in the sack

You're just another rhyming accident that rap left in abandonment

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Bored, broken but back on track. its what i'm provin' with rap.

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

This diss is what i got you aint gotta rap shot

Getting lower than your diss track to k. brick in the battle,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

Don't realize this is a diss