This is a song about "Mad diss"

I dont try to diss you

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Let me cash you out , here hold this

Don't realize this is a diss

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

Better leave it all behind

Did my rap make you mad?

She always comin back

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

That my determination would be driving me mad/

I’m better stacked that you never diss

And i don't rely on no bitches

Thats how it is sex disasterously mad

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

May just gon' bring hobo back

They way i dress is mad.