This is a song about "Mexico diss"

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

Cause i’m back on my grind

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

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

The diss went from witty

Like hoes down in magic city

Wolf gang, triple six crew

I dont try to diss you

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

Man but this ain't no sign language

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Crazy talking and foolish

Spit a poem or a diss

To them it's just a story

There is no rapper who can diss me