This is a song about "Greenwood diss to chief keef"

I'm not trying to diss but this came from y'all ignorance

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

You do not diss us, to warn we we're not insult takers,

You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Don' try to diss me or i'll hurt ya.

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Wondering when the fuck will chief keef grow up? who knows?

And i know - there'll never be peace

I'm tall, lanky, smoke weed and keef