This is a song about "Diss jacob"

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Spit a poem or a diss

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

The diss went from witty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I dont try to diss you

I live in a zoo

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

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

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

You cant even write a good diss?