This is a song about "Biggie smalls diss"

That's re-creating pac and biggie, leonardo himself,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Or, biggie smalls, the master of flow and the big poppa of east coast//

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Alcohol and booty calls

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

That he dont even own

East with biggie and group home

I got to fight this

Cause you are on the diss,

Bruises from tip-to-toe and as he grows his bubble-wrap smalls.

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Cuz ignorance is bliss

Best shit to come out the ville, call me the bluegrass biggie/

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see