This is a song about "Diss boopie"

Uppity bitches, handling business

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

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

Ross and folarin, couple women

When i diss you better listen

The diss went from witty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

Cause you are on the diss,

And you ride with this

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

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

There is no rapper who can diss me

Third ward general, young cash money