This is a song about "Diss on em"

Pocket racked up all big faces

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

A whole diss on gays and what they do wrong

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

I tell em sparks got em i aint gotta diss em again

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

Take my girls out the house. leave em on the corner.

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Toss em down on the ground and squash em like sumo

Like hoes down in magic city

Side em on blister free