This is a song about "Diss on de lante"

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

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Spit a poem or a diss

In my reign which consists of green whiff on my stick shift i don't sneak diss but i give sleek kiss

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this