This is a song about "Diss miss"

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

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

You cant even write a good diss?

And wonder how we ever came to this

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I miss my cable tv

Ahh i knw i miss pronunciation

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Swerve swerve, fill it up, miss miss, don't forget

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

I never miss everytime i pitch

I dont try to diss you

Straight bad bitches i run, through