This is a song about "Dopeboy diss"

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

Because this record is only to diss

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

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

South beach fountain blue

I dont try to diss you

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

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

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Spit a poem or a diss

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

You ain't makin shit, ain't the one you wanna diss

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches