This is a song about "Diss amari"

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

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

A bigger myth than christ's crucifix my life is a diss

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

When i diss you better listen

What up girl, tell me how you been

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Cigarettes when i'm finished, it's rigorous, to win this meager diss

Dc has never seen such progress

You deserve a diss for your mess

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

I’m better stacked that you never diss

Shopping i’ll be in paris

Now after my first diss plus this,

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

For that paper, i'mma grind