This is a song about "You can t diss me"

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

My lesson is simply testing why the fuck you diss me at all

Think you can diss the best you are loosing this contest

One parent above, the other live scared

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Grant me three wishes and i'll diss three bitches but first is you

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

How are you gonna diss me, you literally have zero props

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

I can just stab you with a pencil but i make it more suspenseful and diss you.

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Why you gotta have someone featured to diss me?

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy