This is a song about "Roni diss"

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

This is to my unborn child

Now after my first diss plus this,

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

For the outlawz, here we come

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

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Babe you know it gets no better than this

I’m not the one taking a “fuck you” as a diss,

Parkside productions you cant diss this

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

Because this record is only to diss

Hoping that nobody don't notice

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Form follows function, so watch who you diss