This is a song about "Diss about ricegum"

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

Oh girl now don't be silly

The diss went from witty

I’m not the one taking a “fuck you” as a diss,

And wonder how we ever came to this

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

You cant even write a good diss?

Man but this ain't no sign language

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

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