This is a song about "Rell diss"

Pocket racked up all big faces

Spit a poem or a diss

The diss went from witty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

You deserve a diss for your mess

You cant even write a good diss?

Yes, im gluttonous. d.c. up in this

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

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

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

For that paper, i'mma grind

Because this record is only to diss

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis