This is a song about "Diss fuckboys"

Don't realize this is a diss

The tables are turned i can't take this

Because this record is only to diss

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Cause bitch, i'm big business

You cant even write a good diss?

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

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

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

And remember you're the one who starts to diss

When i diss you better listen

I'm a son of a gun

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

Fuckboys better wake up with all that sleeping