This is a song about "Freestlye diss"

Now after my first diss plus this,

With some lesbians that don't know english

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

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

I dont try to diss you

And word i blew off herb i grew

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

A bigger myth than christ's crucifix my life is a diss

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

You cant even write a good diss?

Must be something you want me to see

There is no rapper who can diss me