This is a song about "Diss a kid"

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Don't realize this is a diss

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I diss little kids who can't fit in cuz i'm a bully

Spit a poem or a diss

Shopping i’ll be in paris

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

God better forbid that i have a kid,

This is a simple diss heading straight for a particular bitch,

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Today i was introduced to a faggot, a diss-happy addict,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick