This is a song about "Diss drack"

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

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

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

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

You cant even write a good diss?

There is no rapper who can diss me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Go and diss me you're history missing g

Cause you are on the diss,

And i can't help but notice

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

Uppity bitches, handling business