This is a song about "Diss young rappers"

The diss went from witty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I diss all the rappers who i asked to collaborate and got a missed call of

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Young but got talent other rappers are washed up off balance

Keep in mind we were so young

Top ranked, number one my son

Cause ignorance is bliss

You cant even write a good diss?

Cause you are on the diss,

Pocket racked up all big faces

As my record label nitpicks at this

Don't realize this is a diss

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

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