This is a song about "Gangsta diss raps"

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

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

I ain't a gangsta and i don't pretend to be

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

Because this record is only to diss

And wonder how we ever came to this

You cant even write a good diss?

Cause ignorance is bliss

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