This is a song about "Ultimate diss"

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

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

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

Proves that ignorance is bliss

Cause you are on the diss,

You ain't makin shit, ain't the one you wanna diss

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

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

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

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

The diss went from witty

I'mma drop you off home quickly

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

Whining and complaining about when you coming home