This is a song about "Diss"

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

Because this record is only to diss

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

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

There is no rapper who can diss me

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

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

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