This is a song about "A diss song"

All the people gather into a crowd and sing a song

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

So i decided to write a song

Then start to sing a song

December 4th a star was born

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

Ima diss you to your song holy grail

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Because you've made me sick with all these diss song

Can barely finish a song

Got campaign going so strong

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Don't realize this is a diss

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says