This is a song about "The fall of nick diss track"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Don't play the beat, you might start singing boyfriend instead of my track,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I diss all the rappers who i asked to collaborate and got a missed call of

Lose track of time when i rhyme like i misplaced the clock

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

Above the clouds, so, so tall. shall even the gods of earth fall.

And that maybach, let me take em way back

You know why us teens derail off of the track

Woulda been able to diss--take the life of

My criteria ain't even that serious

Goddamn, the boy's back

Like a racer in the track

But in fact all u needs is a nick and a small flick, just to fall like a broken stick.

Do it like tonyfuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick