This is a song about "Dissing drake"

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

You wouldn't be missing if you weren't dissing

If i die before i wake

Kanye, kendrick, and drake

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Constantly raising tension with more dissing,

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Not dissing anyone or showing hate

Im greater than drake, listen to me people this shit aint fake

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

This dissing and criticism isn't

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and