This is a song about "Diss track of a kid named angel"

Don't realize this is a diss

How can i convey this

Like a racer in the track

I'm about to snap

Learned to hustle from a guy named mel

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

By a crackhead named june

Won't run out anytime soon

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred

There’s whisperings around these parts of a new kid

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes