This is a song about "Diss those niqqas"

Now after my first diss plus this,

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Love rapping love sneakers above those

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Parkside productions you cant diss this

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

Shopping i’ll be in paris

Cause you are on the diss,

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

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

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

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

I dont try to diss you

I call em up, they might fall through

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

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