This is a song about "Arabian diss"

Niggas talk with limited service

Parkside productions you cant diss this

There is no rapper who can diss me

And all women who had light features, see

Because this record is only to diss

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

So it's nothing to finish

I’m better stacked that you never diss

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

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

They are the coaches in this

Cause you are on the diss,

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

You ain't makin shit, ain't the one you wanna diss

Spit a poem or a diss

Proves that ignorance is bliss