This is a song about "Diss miss"

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

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

Don't realize this is a diss

Bitch, they call it motor city

Your raps would just miss me

I just light up and focus

So bow down to the miss.

The voice inside my head (i miss you, i miss you)

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

I’m better stacked that you never diss

Go! you free to go about your business

Disappoint lyrically they miss the point

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint