This is a song about "Freestlye diss"

Now after my first diss plus this,

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

And losin all his money

There is no rapper who can diss me

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

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

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

Cause you are on the diss,

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Go and diss me you're history missing g

I’m better stacked that you never diss

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this