This is a song about "Diss to the opps"

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

And i'm sure the whole community would love to fuckin' diss you,

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

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

I dont try to diss you

Swear i'm trying to get through

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

I switch to pistol, diss the system, niggas i'll be spitting bars,

You easy to diss you breezy piss

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

The diss went from witty

The weed in me is real sticky

And remember you're the one who starts to diss

Uppity bitches, handling business