This is a song about "Diss dan"

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

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

You ain't makin shit, ain't the one you wanna diss

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

Dan ghostt always on his grind, when i rhyme,

Dan ghostt, i'm back with no trace,

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

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

When i diss you better listen

I'm a son of a gun