This is a song about "Diss an henna"

But that’s just life, where i’m from

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Don't realize this is a diss

They for grossing a bigger business

Know that after this diss has come to an end

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

Man but this ain't no sign language

I’m better stacked that you never diss

I swear ri got a hit with this

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

The diss went from witty

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free