This is a song about "Diss track on girl"

If i bleed on a beat, i got greed for a track

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Bout to snap like i own this track, watch this diss overlap pass yo own crap

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

But time to get on track

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Thinking of how to get on track

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

To get them niggas while they laid back

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

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track