This is a song about "Ultimate diss"

Spit a poem or a diss

2dopeboyz i know you like this

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Even in your final act, such an ultimate crime, they have faith in you, a sound belief,

Get my taste from all of my bitches

Cause you are on the diss,

And i can't help but notice

I’m better stacked that you never diss

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Return to the source for the ultimate revel

Nelson mandela(r.i.p)the ultimate achiever went away for a while

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Go! you free to go about your business

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss