This is a song about "Diss deon"

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

You're obsolete, i don't even need to diss you, you diss yourself.

Carefree i don’t need the stress

You deserve a diss for your mess

The diss went from witty

Summertime in the city

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Ships that sail to distant places

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

Don't realize this is a diss

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

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

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

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