This is a song about "Funny diss on a nigger"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You just working with the scraps you was given

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

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

I'm a battenberg nigger that plays for high stakes./

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Haha now aint that just a little funny

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

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

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Wakin up with a crooked smile but aint shit outchea funny

So you drop a diss on a disk that you expect people to slip into their cd players

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse