This is a song about "Diss s"

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Because this record is only to diss

It´s the battle of life

I used to have a nine to five

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

The dead society of a poet

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

You cant even write a good diss?

The outline which you n****s out dated

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Cause you are on the diss,

See, i'm just trying to focus

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

S queezys very bold