This is a song about "Ganster diss"

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

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

You deserve a diss for your mess

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

The lovely teedra moses

Don't realize this is a diss

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Bet i get like 8 of them

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

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