This is a song about "Diss to the opps"

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Bitch spit the diss and switch to pistol, niggas who are african,

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

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

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

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

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

All those who wanna diss me are traitors to the regime

He starts to diss the best as if he wanted arrest

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

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