This is a song about "Whit boy diss"

I'm in love with your business

Cause you are on the diss,

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

She like dudes whit lotto money from

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Spit a poem or a diss

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

So she takes some whit pills and says so long