This is a song about "Clean diss track about sam"

Like a racer in the track

Wonder if they take it all back

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

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

A mess for us two to clean,

Rapping so fast/smacking this track

Bring that shit the fuck back

After i moved i was never fully clean

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Ships that sail to distant places

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

I wanna earn respect, let em know about me when they play my track back.

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