This is a song about "Diss opps"

High heel wearer, hell of a body

There is no rapper who can diss me

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

, only opps fuck around cough on smoke

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

He probably studies all my lines while he's writin a diss

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Hope it's just not there, got to many hair, opps just started with a prayer

When i diss you better listen

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Don't realize this is a diss

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

I’m better stacked that you never diss

It's a beautiful bliss

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

The revolution has arrived