This is a song about "Diss nazi"

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Now after my first diss plus this,

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Go and diss me you're history missing g

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Spit a poem or a diss

So it's nothing to finish

I’m better stacked that you never diss

Mama told me it'd be days like this

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

The diss went from witty

Shout out bieber and nicki

Parkside productions you cant diss this

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces