This is a song about "Diss to my dad"

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Some people are just too hard to diss. i tried, but i don't think my first two lines

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Rip to my dad and my cuz,im just a very polite thug,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

But my dad didnt make it

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

Don't fuck around and make it true

I dont try to diss you

But than my dad started to make some choices

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Because this record is only to diss

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says