This is a song about "Diss rap"

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

To my unborn child

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

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

A bigger myth than christ's crucifix my life is a diss

But you hate them navel kisses

Don't realize this is a diss

Straight bad bitches i run, through

I dont try to diss you

So take the stage just show me what you got

This diss is what i got you aint gotta rap shot

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Shit, we don't believe none of them