This is a song about "Diss lyrics"

// waiting on next lyrics

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Cause you are on the diss,

And you ride with this

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

You cant even write a good diss?

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Parkside productions you cant diss this

Mama made her pretty

The diss went from witty

Because this record is only to diss

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

Spit a poem or a diss

When i ripped the lyrics

Look, need to call it quits