SHORT DISS TO DON007

Even with a strip of land your script couldn't stand on
Property you got a sink hole in your stink scrolls you’re a fan wrong
Your deal is fake go talk to real estate your brain split
And rotten even in plain knit cotton you couldn't be a legit
Player you the type retard that need right guard your underarm
Odor don't thunder a quotas of love with girls you blunder like farm
People, so water the cows before slaughter your bowels
And constipate your brains educate your mainframe with vowels
Your lyrics are like idiots on white wine drunk and write blind
So nighttime stay off the bottle, verses can’t excite minds