This is a song about "Ricegum diss tracks"

Ill snap this cracker if he takes another glance at my tracks

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

Cause after all the lights and screams

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Producing tracks from the mental till i die

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

You cant even write a good diss?

See, i'm just trying to focus

They were partying i was cutting tracks

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

I rap fast avoid the haters and look good on my tracks

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Kicks ass spit tracks so blasphemous

If i don't make that man there dance

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks