This is a song about "Diss my ex gf"

Something wicked this way come

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Reeks of the same diss, bitch my vocab is endlessly spacious

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

Fucking him like my gf emmy eya-eya o

Spending money when your wallet gets low

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Guess i’m different than most

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim