This is a song about "Diss you"

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

This is was happens when i properly diss you in a song

And ill hiss major diss gave you a lisp

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

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

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.

You cant even write a good diss?

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

I dont try to diss you

And all the shit you went through

I’m better stacked that you never diss

Arrogant when i finish

And i don't rely on no bitches

Cause you are on the diss,