This is a song about "Diss on em"

Need a clear mind cause i been blind, got me goin' down that road

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

With my name on em, that’s a shame

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I see graves with your names on 'em your belongings i'll pawn 'em

Look at what i'm up against, scrutiny, criticism

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

On 9/11 i made them towers fall on em

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

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Cause you are on the diss,

That's why i shine like i does

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years