This is a song about "Diss tack"

I like my girls smart, skinny

The diss went from witty

You deserve a diss for your mess

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

You down on your knees when you hear my dj's beat tickety tickety tack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

I don't see a problem

They are the coaches in this

Cause you are on the diss,

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

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

I just call it …remember all the dough

Crossing bitches like tick tack toe

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

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