This is a song about "You cant spit bars diss track"

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Hot like a cajun dish not like you lame ass pricks cuz you spit bars

I spit bars to 6th power like boron

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

You can't even spit bars so i'll end this shit tonight

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

You cant even write a good diss?

It's a beautiful bliss

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

And i got holy bars bitch, don't even try to diss this

It's like a black hole, whole fucking abyss

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I switch to pistol, diss the system, niggas i'll be spitting bars,

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Cant you get rich off your own track