This is a song about "Diss angela"

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

And maybe cupid won't miss

Now after my first diss plus this,

Now you speaking my language

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

Cigarettes when i'm finished, it's rigorous, to win this meager diss

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

He probably studies all my lines while he's writin a diss

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Go and diss me you're history missing g