This is a song about "Diss fake niggas"

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

I switch to pistol, diss the system, niggas i'll be spitting bars,

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

You fake niggas like great and randy u go unnoticed like the capital of

You cant even write a good diss?

Aight santana man...let's do this

Uppity bitches, handling business

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Sinkin' these niggas and sickin' 'em with my weapons like i fake a shank,

Because this record is only to diss

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

She self made, i'm self made

You can think i'm a fake,