This is a song about "Ganster diss"

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

I'm in love with your business

Because this record is only to diss

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

This is freaking awesome

When i diss you better listen

And modify your opinion

Our songs makes heads pop, an nans ganster bop, limp walking round like they just got shot,

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

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

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis