This is a song about "Diss to the opps"

Exposing all the fags who are too scared to diss me back

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Hope it's just not there, got to many hair, opps just started with a prayer

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

I diss all the rappers who i asked to collaborate and got a missed call of

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

I dont try to diss you

I really love my miami crew

The lovely teedra moses

Cause you are on the diss,