This is a song about "Diss to your brother"

To see marshalls brother

Poke out from behind her

Because this record is only to diss

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Believing the screens or anything there

You and your brother got dreams?i dont care

I dont know if your trying to diss me or give me a history lesson

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Your brother tried to suck my d but i ain't no fruit

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

Raised by a momma who, who

I dont try to diss you