This is a song about "Diss on a person at my lunch table talking smack"

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

Haters talking smack im an innovator rap generator

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

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

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

White person, got my middle finger on the trigger

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Smack another person dead

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

He's got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

A flock uh waka talking on my walkie hit that bitch take her car keys