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

Think you can diss the best you are loosing this contest

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

// [who can really blame you?]

Swear i'm trying to get through

You diss me yet my ep is listed on your wishlist for christmas,

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

See, wages is minimum

And if you need a hand you can call on me

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy