This is a song about "Jerry diss"

Anto diss and evolution bar, fucking awesome

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

I’m better stacked that you never diss

Because this record is only to diss

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Professing they found one ready as this

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

You ain't makin shit, ain't the one you wanna diss

Spit a poem or a diss

And maybe cupid won't miss

Ross and folarin, couple women

Fuck the system diss him fag listen

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Now after my first diss plus this,