This is a song about "Dissing me"

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Never dissing me is the explanation of "safest"

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

Dissing me like i sit around ‘n talk shit ‘bout you all the time.

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

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

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Not dissing anyone or showing hate

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

He's dissing me now, but ten minutes from now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow