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

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

I diss your mum and argue just to play some devil's advocate

Spit a poem or a diss before in your mouth i piss

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

I know you're pissed and that this diss is gettin straight to your head

If i ever catch your ass playing around

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

I don't have to kiss your ass

Rolling while im blowing this stash