This is a song about "Diss song of iseck on youtube"

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

But without any of y'all i couldn’t have written this song.

Polemic, i corrupt the memories of those who try diss me

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Yo put on the spot to show off in a song

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

Most times when a liquor all gone

Instead of singin' the same song

No more sad song on pianos

Tryna stay clear of my foes

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

This is was happens when i properly diss you in a song

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

I feel goodgot some time off, girl it's been so long

It'll be done before the tearing end of the song.