This is a song about "Diss na peje"

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

He probably studies all my lines while he's writin a diss

Na you better stop n brace, imma send you to space

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

I’m not the one taking a “fuck you” as a diss,

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Cigarettes when i'm finished, it's rigorous, to win this meager diss

Spit a poem or a diss

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

Na no one ever gave her little shits

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Na its all about the blue, man im telling you its true

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you