This is a song about "Black diss"

Top dropped down, black on black

Goddamn, the boy's back

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

As my record label nitpicks at this

The diss went from witty

I like my girls smart, skinny

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.

He probably studies all my lines while he's writin a diss

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

But you hate them navel kisses

You cant even write a good diss?

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

Cigarettes when i'm finished, it's rigorous, to win this meager diss

So i gotta spit to this

Cause you are on the diss,