This is a song about "Can t diss me"

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Think you can diss the best you are loosing this contest

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

Don' try to diss me or i'll hurt ya.

To liberate yourselves, africa

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Go and diss me you're history missing g

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

I'm after you bringing traffic through