This is a song about "Diss tack"

The diss went from witty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

He probably studies all my lines while he's writin a diss

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

You cant even write a good diss?

Or know them testament verses

Parkside productions you cant diss this

Cigarettes when i'm finished, it's rigorous, to win this meager diss

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

How can i portray this

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

This is to my unborn child