This is a song about "Dissing s"

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

Constantly raising tension with more dissing,

Hey,i took a risk dissing you,

It's really not an issue

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Is a space that now you hold

S queezys very bold

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

The outline which you n****s out dated

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

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