This is a song about "Diss fake rappers"

You cant even write a good diss?

Ships that sail to distant places

Cause you are on the diss,

2dopeboyz i know you like this

Fake rappers know who they are, and i ain’t saying names,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

You can think i'm a fake,

At an extremly alarming rate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

All these rappers fake i use no backdrop/

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

But soon i'll diss this pad of rappers below my level

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Like fame in maine is only got fake rappers