This is a song about "Diss deon"

I’m better stacked that you never diss

They for grossing a bigger business

Cause you are on the diss,

Well, we are the roses

2 chains, i got 2 bitches

Don't realize this is a diss

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

Cigarettes when i'm finished, it's rigorous, to win this meager diss

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Babe you know it gets no better than this

I’m not the one taking a “fuck you” as a diss,

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

I'm just trying to focus