This is a song about "Yet make me a good diss track about luke"

Cant wait to get back in the barn and make a track

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Rob, he's be telling me good things about you"

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Six packs, or make a sick track, wallow in sadness, sorrow,

I'm about to track you down like a bloodhound, cunt

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Road kill grill on a track these rappers dead to me

This isn't just a fuckin diss kid, to me it's a mission

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin