This is a song about "Freese diss"

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

And i don't rely on no bitches

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

Parkside productions you cant diss this

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

I dont try to diss you

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

You ain’t never been higher than this

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Don't realize this is a diss

Or know them testament verses

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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

And wonder how we ever came to this

I’m better stacked that you never diss