This is a song about "Diss on em"

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

I ain't buying your diss towards 'mac were you on crack?

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Chief mindvoid, put 'em on jeopardize,

Before we see it's hard to live

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

Tell em move on over their time is through

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

I don't usually spit on beats man, i produce em/

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Come right back on 'em, fight, and leave 'em in the dirt yo