This is a song about "Diss on em"

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Toss em down on the ground and squash em like sumo

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Vigilantes, shit leaves 'em turned on like a hot appliance,

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

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

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

On 9/11 i made them towers fall on em

Roll on the floor cause i'm gonna rip em all

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

So i gotta spit to this

Cause you are on the diss,

Show em how low can you go, till overdosed on your coke

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

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

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again