This is a song about "Dissing school"

Iced out, okay cool

But now i'm in high school

I got to a dissing habit dont matter who i defeat

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

Not dissing anyone or showing hate

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Hey,i took a risk dissing you,

I start off by dissing bitches my part of my mission riches

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

This guys think’s that he’s dissing me and ripping me,

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

This dissing and criticism isn't

Since napster the sales been crashin' and