This is a song about "Gangsta diss raps"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

He turned into your everyday gangsta

Don't realize this is a diss

I hope we both do learn from this

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Get my taste from all of my bitches

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

My bitch roll the kush: we smoking japanese

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill