This is a song about "Dyron flack diss"

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Now after my first diss plus this,

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

From the womb, my newborn child

There is no rapper who can diss me

Could i make you my baby

You cant even write a good diss?

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Oh girl now don't be silly

The diss went from witty

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

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