This is a song about "Freestlye diss"

I sit and reminisce

You cant even write a good diss?

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Cigarettes when i'm finished, it's rigorous, to win this meager diss

Mind your motherfucking business

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

They vaguely decipher my language

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

Spit a poem or a diss

The diss went from witty

The weed in me is real sticky

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss