This is a song about "I ll diss your ass"

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass

I think now i ll stop and call it a day..

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

And laugh as i unleash it on your ass

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

While i rise take your ass

Baby got that super bass

Hopin' that my niggas see

I send your ass back down napoli

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I made your moms ass rosy

U ll regret cos i ll give ur ass a nice red glow

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window