This is a song about "Diss rappers who can t rap"

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

I diss all the rappers who i asked to collaborate and got a missed call of

To kill these rappers who be talkin madness.

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Im destroying all these rappers who think they can spit classics.

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

This diss is what i got you aint gotta rap shot

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

But soon i'll diss this pad of rappers below my level

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

And remember you're the one who starts to diss

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

I diss little kids who can't fit in cuz i'm a bully

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly