This is a song about "Diss wyatt"

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

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

You can search but you'll never find

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Spit a poem or a diss

I hope we both do learn from this

Cause you are on the diss,

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

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

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

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

I’m not the one taking a “fuck you” as a diss,