This Song Is About You Video (MV)

We gather here today
To celebrate the life of Duncan McGuire
And all of his trash music that he brought to the world
Aww dude
Aww dude
You f*cked up this time dude
Shane get the dick out of your mouth
This ain't a diss track
It's a funeral (Haha)
You just spent over a month
Diggin' your own grave
I do not follow the trends
I'll pave my own way
I'll do my own thing
A two minute track?
And half of it false
You came at me
But I'm not the same breed
As Kpvlace and Ethan
Yeah I am not all talk, nah
Put my parents money where my mouth is, Bish?
You don't know a single thing about me, bitch
You don't know that I be working two jobs and pay for all my shit
All my shit
Get off my dick
Get out the little girls DM's you in
Asking to hookup and then get rejected
Can't be redeemed with something bought as a gift
You say this is practice for you
Huh?
Who takes a month and a half on a practice track
I think you care more than you say you do
You say that you
"Really just paid the advance
I put out a song that I once thought was garbage and then that shit made me a grand"
Please, change up your flow
It is too basic and bland
You say that garbage song went and made you a grand?
That's kinda funny
Cause in our DM's you told me that you'd never top it again
Dummy
In it for the money
Comin' at my neck
Nah change the beat bruh
Change the beat
I don't need these YouTube beats dawg
I got my own producer (Hahahaha)
"I believe we have a volunteer"
Yo
Look at the rookie gettin' in veterans head
And it better be so upsetting
When you realize I am threatening
Your whole reputation
It's funny, I don't got an ex
So who you referring to when you should've said yes? (Uh)
You really thought I was playin'
I don't give a f*ck about payment
I know that you intimidated
It's obvious
You copying these trap artists who poppin' from a party hit
You got me when you said I put posters up
You just mad you never thought of it
You don't realize the coffin picked
In your track was for you, I'm just putting the dirt on top of it
Yeah every single line I spit
Is another inch in the ditch I'm puttin' yo body in
I'm bodyin' everybody who been commenting (Uh)
You justifying thirty bad songs
With one average little track that you spent half a year on
Man that's not how it works
You're not adverse
You're basic and you lacking perks
Compare our money all you want
I'm talking skill, I tower yours
Oh, and Shane I know you're pretty bias
But don't think I forgot you were bumping my music smiling
You knew every f*cking word
Now go tell daddy Duncan that when you said I was trash
That you were f*cking lying (Ooh)
You said my video was garbage
If that's how you really feel then tell me
Why'd you go respond then?
I'm in your head and I know it
Knew you were dead when I wrote this
If you ever fail you'll hold the gun?
Bro I hope that you're coping (Hahaha)
I'm lying to my fans?
No, you're wrong
You don't even own the rights to the beat on your biggest song
Little boy lives cheap, but he talks so rich
When this song goes live you officially my bitch
You a hypocrite
Insecure little boy who never listening
Track number 8 on your album was written
It got me laughing for minutes
Your wrist ain't frozen
You wishing it was tho
I'm going off on all the lies that you wrote in
A practice track
I'm cracking that
Skill that's where you lacking at
No Philips, but the Captain's back
I don't need my friends to back me, yeah
Coming at me was your biggest mistake
I made my move, check mate
Now it's the end of the game (Uh)