This is a song about "Diss back"

Parkside productions you cant diss this

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

You cant even write a good diss?

They are the coaches in this

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Now this is a real diss, so sit back and take notes and make me a melodic phrase

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

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

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

Back like dennis the menace, playin lyrical tennis in this endless rhythmical diss

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

He probably studies all my lines while he's writin a diss

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english