This is a song about "Diss a kid"

I don't need no fucking throne

Raising a kid on your own

This isn't just a fuckin diss kid, to me it's a mission

I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition

You cant even write a good diss?

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

God better forbid that i have a kid,

You're emotional bitch, fuck your period

Spit a poem or a diss

Mind your motherfucking business

Now that's just a minor diss, so don't take it to heart

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Just a kid tranna rap

It's all good, finna dog that