This is a song about "Florida diss"

Gotta be something for me write this

You cant even write a good diss?

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

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

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

Welcome to florida,catch a case go to court and im ordered out

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

The tables are turned i can't take this

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

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Fuck the system diss him fag listen

Hot like florida sand bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

Spit a poem or a diss

And you niggas will acknowledge this