From J. Fold with love

Jermaine, feeling a little uneasy after his apology, decided to reach out to Kendrick once more.

I never meant to diss you in my track;
The gassing up from friends made me explode.
It took some days to realize it was wack;
You know we're more than brothers on the low.

Your albums aren't bad, I take it back;
I played my hand and now I got to fold.
At first I felt like Gambit on attack;
But now I feel as powerless as Toad.

The hatchet's buried more than six feet deep;
You're the G.O.A.T. we all should truly fear.
To show you that I'm saying what I mean,
Listen to this brilliant idea:

Just so we could even up the score,
Please use my diss track beat to diss me more.