This is a song about "Diss opps"

You ain't makin shit, ain't the one you wanna diss

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

There is no rapper who can diss me

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Cigarettes when i'm finished, it's rigorous, to win this meager diss

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

I’m not the one taking a “fuck you” as a diss,

Because this record is only to diss

And i be talking about me, i do this

I don't see a problem

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

You're obsolete, i don't even need to diss you, you diss yourself.

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Form follows function, so watch who you diss