This is a song about "Ganster diss"

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

The diss went from witty

Summertime in the city

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

There is no rapper who can diss me

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

When i diss you better listen

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Our songs makes heads pop, an nans ganster bop, limp walking round like they just got shot,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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