This is a song about "Diss lyrics"

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Spit a poem or a diss

Oh its over whole time she knows this

I’m better stacked that you never diss

Cause you are on the diss,

When you feel like this

Uppity bitches, handling business

Don't realize this is a diss

And i can't help but notice

Parkside productions you cant diss this

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

I dont try to diss you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Do you approve of my lyrics?

All green nigga pick six