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

Exposing all the fags who are too scared to diss me back

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

All those who wanna diss me are traitors to the regime

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

When i listen to famous rappers they explain how the rap game can be tough

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Its these rappers who made hip hop unfold

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

You never tire, might as well as inspire

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Think you can diss the best you are loosing this contest

Bitch niggas be afraid to speakwe the last ones left