This is a song about "Jerry diss"

He probably studies all my lines while he's writin a diss

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I’m not the one taking a “fuck you” as a diss,

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

You easy to diss you breezy piss

Anto diss and evolution bar, fucking awesome

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Spit a poem or a diss

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

Cause you are on the diss,