This is a song about "Taylor swift diss"

One swift thrust i'm ready to die, i'm too tall to hang...what the fuck..

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

But i - somehow, some way

Jb, tay swift and even beyonce

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

She caught up in my love triangle

Flow so swift no linebacker can tackle,

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Rapping swift as magic sticks & i ain't even fully woke

Spit a poem or a diss

And you niggas will acknowledge this

Cause you are on the diss,

Or know them testament verses

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

Don't diss albert einstein mind.