This is a song about "Diss on em"

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

Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Toss em down on the ground and squash em like sumo

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

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

As often, i do this

Cause you are on the diss,

Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke

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

Gotta be something for me write this

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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