This is a song about "Dopeboy diss"

I’m not the one taking a “fuck you” as a diss,

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

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

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

Go and diss me you're history missing g

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

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

Spit a poem or a diss

You ain’t never been higher than this

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Don't realize this is a diss

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,