This is a song about "Dissing that stupid bitch"

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

But really that dissing shit was nothing more than a fucking fad

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Destined to win, get respect where i live

I murder any stupid bitch once or twice

Fly bitch gang we did that

She always comin back

Constantly raising tension with more dissing,

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

But they don't know that such a dick move is stupid forever,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

That bitch fresh at rich flesh

Carefree i don’t need the stress