This is a song about "Florida diss"

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I grew up in florida,but from the m.i.a all the way georgia we on the same shit

I broke mama heart with no college

Hot like florida sand bitch

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Don't realize this is a diss

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

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