This is a song about "Diss rell"

Cause you are on the diss,

But you hate them navel kisses

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

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

Spit a poem or a diss

Aight santana man...let's do this

Proves that ignorance is bliss

Now after my first diss plus this,

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

From the womb, my newborn child

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

Go and diss me you're history missing g

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free