This is a song about "Corey diss"

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

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

Now you speaking my language

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

I dont try to diss you

I'll tell you baby that we're through

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

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

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Parkside productions you cant diss this

This boy met world like corey did

But most times i'm not, i be lifted

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

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches