This is a song about "Diss about girls who lead boys on"

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

You could say i'm friends with fred

You have a hound on a lead,

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

You have a hound on a lead,

My sim card's the bomb

Try not to lead her on

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Who knew that these steps would just lead me closer to satan,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Polemic, i corrupt the memories of those who try diss me

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead