This is a song about "Dissing game"

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Locking the nine, load it up, dissing bitch crews,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Shame i'm giving y'all so much material for dissing me

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

"how can hopsin be the one that he's dissing?"

You write a rap dissing me then it's graded with an f

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Constantly raising tension with more dissing,

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

Do you know who you dissing? only know that you're kissing

Play this shit while you contemplate

Not dissing anyone or showing hate

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Never dissing me is the explanation of "safest"