This is a song about "Dire"

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Popping lame rappers, i'll hit ya dome with caps, and style's dire,

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

It's dangerous, this game is best, girls screams are dire,

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

Left in dire shock, control entire blocks, his thoughts are read,

Aren't you somethin' to admire

Just the repercussions of when things turn dire

Until all that's left is scraps, all bloody and dire

We can talk things over a little a while

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

We fire glocks with dire shock when we have writer’s block,

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Dire nonsense, it's quite hard for me to try and stop it