This is a song about "Diss about love"

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

When i diss you better listen

Pocket racked up all big faces

Who cares about hearts and love

How can i convey this

You cant even write a good diss?

And left a burden on my soul until i was old enough

You write about love and you think you above all of

You're obsolete, i don't even need to diss you, you diss yourself.

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

And i be talking about me, i do this

Because this record is only to diss

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

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