This is a song about "I need to diss a greek kid"

But i was a stupid little kid

That's motivation, my people living wicked

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

Now that's just a minor diss, so don't take it to heart

Now you speaking my language

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

I run at a million miles an hour, your trying to keep up kid

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

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

I diss all the rappers who i asked to collaborate and got a missed call of

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Cos i dont need money from you or any other kid

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good