This is a song about "A diss song"

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

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

Can barely finish a song

And we don't know no right from wrong

Sometimes my name's a mystery from me like a song

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

I’m not the one taking a “fuck you” as a diss,

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

She'd be moaning all night long while you write a new song

You cant even write a good diss?

And i can't help but notice