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

I ain't buying your diss towards 'mac were you on crack?

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Everybody diss their meat, but truthfully can you even tell me what's safe anymore

Can you really be the best?

Never ever pay rent

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Try to jack and i will attack

And if you need a hand you can call on me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry