This is a song about "Diss"

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

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

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

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

Go and diss me you're history missing g

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

A bigger myth than christ's crucifix my life is a diss

Spit a poem or a diss

My hopes and all my wishes

Parkside productions you cant diss this

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

When i diss you better listen

See, i'm second to no one

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss