This is a song about "Tseries diss"

I dont try to diss you

And all the shit you went through

Because this record is only to diss

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

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

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

The diss went from witty

For years like their degree