This is a song about "Schoolyard diss"

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

Now after my first diss plus this,

In the caravan with some latin bitches

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I’m better stacked that you never diss

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

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

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

This is to my unborn child

Don't diss albert einstein mind.