This is a song about "Diss ilze"

From the womb, my newborn child

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

There is no rapper who can diss me

Third ward general, young cash money

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

Trying to give them light and a message

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

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

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Just a place that they can come

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Parkside productions you cant diss this

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

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