This is a song about "Florida diss"

The tables are turned i can't take this

Spit a poem or a diss

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

Pocket racked up all big faces

I’m better stacked that you never diss

And she stripping, go to college

Hot like florida sand bitch

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Rapping fast like a florida tornado

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

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places