This is a song about "Freese diss"

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

You're obsolete, i don't even need to diss you, you diss yourself.

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

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

Summertime in the city

The diss went from witty

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

Because this record is only to diss

Spending her time with him i guess

You deserve a diss for your mess

Spit a poem or a diss

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

Arrogant when i finish

Cause you are on the diss,