This is a song about "Gangsta diss raps"

Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

You cant even write a good diss?

The lovely teedra moses

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Or know them testament verses

Spit a poem or a diss

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Thinks he's a gangsta but he's a disease

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

No diss to lucifer, because he raps real well