This is a song about "Diss edgars"

I like my girls smart, skinny

The diss went from witty

Professing they found one ready as this

I’m better stacked that you never diss

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Because this record is only to diss

Don't fuck around and make it true

I dont try to diss you

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

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

So muthafuck the system

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

As my record label nitpicks at this

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch