This is a song about "Diss on de lante"

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Don't realize this is a diss

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

So you drop a diss on a disk that you expect people to slip into their cd players

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

A whole diss on gays and what they do wrong

See i can only love you when you undressed

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

You diss me yet my ep is listed on your wishlist for christmas,