This is a song about "Diss track roast"

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

If you disagree, boy , imma act like muhfuckin toaster and roast ya

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

In the caravan with some latin bitches

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

And listen to this sick track

When that money calls i holla back

Not too close cause i dont wanna be a ghost my soul on a stick burnt marshmallow roast

Truth be told, i'm only seventeen years old, my heart is bold, i keep tryin to stay gold,

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

Because this record is only to diss

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

Cause i’m back on my grind

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

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