This is a song about "Dolf diss"

Cigarettes when i'm finished, it's rigorous, to win this meager diss

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

He probably studies all my lines while he's writin a diss

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

And i be talking about me, i do this

I don't see a problem

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Go and diss me you're history missing g

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

I’m better stacked that you never diss

Now you speaking my language

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

Now after my first diss plus this,

Pocket racked up all big faces