This is a song about "Diss me"

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

How are you gonna diss me, you literally have zero props

Go and diss me you're history missing g

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Beautiful are thou, africa

Don' try to diss me or i'll hurt ya.

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Come and diss me, i like to eat at micky d's

You diss me yet my ep is listed on your wishlist for christmas,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I know what you do with that

Tell me bull shit i diss it

Exposing all the fags who are too scared to diss me back

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Now this is a real diss, so sit back and take notes and make me a melodic phrase