This is a song about "Football diss"

I'm ill, chronic sickness, neither porridge nor lozenge fix this the knowledge

Gonna lose our football but we weren't to shabby we also did this challenge

Parkside productions you cant diss this

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

I dont try to diss you

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

I'm glad i sacked his ass in football back then i was hella raw

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Don't realize this is a diss

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

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

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Think not ok i gotta football game on thursday at 8pm at the game i got five