This is a song about "Diss pastor"

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

After they lower your casket i'll smack the pastor that viewed ya

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

I go h.a.m. n' no coupon or pastor can save them

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

There is no rapper who can diss me

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

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Mama made her pretty

The diss went from witty

I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss