This is a song about "Mexico diss"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

When i diss you better listen

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

It's a beautiful bliss

I’m better stacked that you never diss

All the way down to mexico where coke is allowed

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Cause i’m back on my grind

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

While i'm making history

The diss went from witty

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

Spit a poem or a diss