This is a song about "Diss to my dad"

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

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

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

'cuz my dad always saw me try to make my scripts sing.

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

I'm tryna learn somethin new

I dont try to diss you

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.