This is a song about "Ben williams diss"

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

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

You're obsolete, i don't even need to diss you, you diss yourself.

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Now after my first diss plus this,

Aight santana man...let's do this

I’m better stacked that you never diss

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Mr. absoulute the most incredible at this

Because this record is only to diss

South beach fountain blue

I dont try to diss you