This is a song about "Notorious big diss"

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

You ain’t never been higher than this

Because this record is only to diss

Spit a poem or a diss

Cuz ignorance is bliss

Inglorious, notorious and fucking injurious,

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

Form follows function, so watch who you diss