This is a song about "Dissing meek mill"

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Constantly raising tension with more dissing,

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

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Never dissing me is the explanation of "safest"

And god says the meek will inherit the earth.

Part of me though, is searching for answers

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

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

[8]pelicans briefly speak, this is no world for the meek

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

Dissing disabled ima say no to it

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Yo bitch love me..... she my number one fan,.... uhh *meek mill*