This is a song about "Diss on em"

And if they diss me, then i'll twist 'em up like soft pretzels,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

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

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

57. your style is shit and so's your diss on mathers,

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Tell em move on over their time is through

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

Chief mindvoid, put 'em on jeopardize,

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

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