This is a song about "Lendell diss"

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Parkside productions you cant diss this

The emergency room, gettin stitches

Because this record is only to diss

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Cigarettes when i'm finished, it's rigorous, to win this meager diss

You deserve a diss for your mess

And i'm a just take another guess

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

My hopes and all my wishes

Spit a poem or a diss

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

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

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

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