This is a song about "Diss zeke"

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

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Spit a poem or 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

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

A bigger myth than christ's crucifix my life is a diss

You deserve a diss for your mess

Spending her time with him i guess

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

:30-1:02- its young zeke watch me rise and glowmy words come up encrypted with gold,

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

1:03-1:34- young zeke pass me the mike, blow up the beat like schleich,

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss