This is a song about "Dissing on a nigga"

Truth be told in this game the seasons reflect on whether or not if a nigga might change/

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

She only got you as a nigga on the side

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

But really that dissing shit was nothing more than a fucking fad

A collab dissing laylow!? whoa! see that is priceless

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

I'm just so sick of this shit these motherfuckers put on a nigga,

You sleep in a nest you dissing are you stressed...

That happen to act like a black president

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

I'll throw on uppercut nigga, at your gut nigga,

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Popeye, a-rod, get one for the go, know a nigga on his spinach