This is a song about "Being dissed"

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

But i aint even mad, cuz if i dissed you back you would be ruined and furious

I get dissed and underestimated cuz of my age

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

To all the people that i dissed, just know that i never meant that shit

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

I'm dazed tranna figure if i'm dissed or praised

For going on being

Questioning the whole meaning

Think i was stiff and rotten dissed and forgotten

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Slow it down,i just dissed you