This is a song about "Freese diss"

Aight santana man...let's do this

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

The diss went from witty

They say nothings ever free

I’m not the one taking a “fuck you” as a diss,

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

You deserve a diss for your mess

Go and diss me you're history missing g

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

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

How can i portray this

You cant even write a good diss?

When i diss you better listen

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun