This is a song about "Diss rell"

As my record label nitpicks at this

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

Because this record is only to diss

Babe you know it gets no better than this

But you hate them navel kisses

Spit a poem or a diss

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

The diss went from witty

I dont try to diss you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Pocket racked up all big faces

You cant even write a good diss?

Cause you are on the diss,

See, i'm just trying to focus