This is a song about "Diss misms outta class"

Get outta my face, looking boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

They for grossing a bigger business

It's a beautiful bliss

Cause you are on the diss,

Be yourself, just show me you're real

So blast off i'm outta here

But there's nothing else inside

Then it winks outta sight

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Sliding in and outta her slot

Spit a poem or a diss

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

My hopes and all my wishes

Don't realize this is a diss