This is a song about "Money disses"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Thought the paul walker disses were over

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Attacked him by disses and curses

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Y'all listenin' to these disses that i've written, are you kidding?

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

It took these amounts of disses to piss ya

Subliminal disses like missiles that never misses

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

All the disses and threats are just gonna start pouring out

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

The instant anybody disses eleven fierce rhyme missiles follow

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

And now that i’m getting money

Now haters propping disses against me