This is a song about "Diss craig boy"

I’m better stacked that you never diss

Whole midwest, detroit, nap town, st. louis

You walked into vic tanny's and stepped on jenny craig

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Pocket racked up all big faces

You cant even write a good diss?

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Git out my face looking boy