This is a song about "Rap to diss someone you hate"

And you're waiting for someone to come and pick you up/

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Don't wait for someone else to blow like you was patients.

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you

But at least you have someone to lean onto

That’s what i call a fairy tale

Ima diss you to your song holy grail

This diss is what i got you aint gotta rap shot

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

When someone gives you motivation to write, you funnel it!

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

I dont try to diss you

The boa know they loving the crew