This is a song about "Dissing girlfriends"

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

My words are whirlwinds, i murder my girlfriends

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Like dissing benny and four twenty weren't enough

And expose a fool who by dissing everyone

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

Your trying to make friends when ya supposed to be dissing,

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

You wouldn't be missing if you weren't dissing

If you feel it, it must be real just

This dissing and criticism isn't