This is a song about "Diss track to max"

I diss wiggas that do this shit. i'm pissed the fuck off to the max man so fuck it.

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Ima diss you to your song holy grail

Nah, i ain't gonna be embedded in jail

Track 7.) superstar (it ain't hard to tell)

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

And listen to this sick track

Ha my mojo back

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

And she stripping, go to college

Trying to get max strength

We can never be friends