This is a song about "Diss the mother fukin jezzy"

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

Oops, well the door slammed, laylow? how's your mother?

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

He made her special, the perfect wife, perfect mother.

Before the shouts and screams came, assault happening to her mother

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Back like dennis the menace, playin lyrical tennis in this endless rhythmical diss

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Is on the sister or brother, or the father or mother,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

I like my girls smart, skinny

The diss went from witty