This is a song about "Dissing school"

But now i'm in high school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Will somebody please show me how

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

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

That damier bag i bought her

Im dissing fags over

Dissing dissabled, will next take the throne,

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

Now concentrate until you get the juice

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

Stop dissing everyone you've dissed mostly all except me

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Fuck you if you feelin' different

This dissing and criticism isn't