This is a song about "Dissing meek mill"

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

Just run of the mill a freestyle, once in a while

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Im dissing fags over

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

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

Cop the .357 and 9 mill- i don't fuck with even digits

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

What's it you're missing oh yeah skill like you have a mill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Im not hard up infact im chill like meek mill,

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

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Not dissing anyone or showing hate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape