This is a song about "Diss misms"

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Straight lane kiffen them

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

The diss went from witty

The weed in me is real sticky

Don't realize this is a diss

And i can't help but notice

Spit a poem or a diss

Let me cash you out , here hold this

Now after my first diss plus this,

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this