This is a song about "Diss iggy"

But you hate them navel kisses

You cant even write a good diss?

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Cigarettes when i'm finished, it's rigorous, to win this meager diss

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

As for iggy better than jay-z can sweet him any day

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

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

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

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

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Form follows function, so watch who you diss