This is a song about "Ultimate diss"

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Of my soul, while ultimate goal is to usurp this this throne

Went to prevent hip-hop's ultimate descent/

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

All the fucking bullshit in my life, tonight, is the ultimate human sacrifice

He probably studies all my lines while he's writin a diss

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

I dont try to diss you

What preceded was the clue

Arrogant when i finish

Spit a poem or a diss

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

Because this record is only to diss