This is a song about "Diss lines"

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Pocket racked up all big faces

The revolution has arrived

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines

Just to make it in this broadway lights

I’m not the one taking a “fuck you” as a diss,

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Because this record is only to diss

In the caravan with some latin bitches

Welcome to organized side of real lines

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

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