This is a song about "Dissing tristan"

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

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

Hey,i took a risk dissing you,

I live in a zoo

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

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

Two chains, two guns, he bipolar

Im dissing fags over

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Your trying to make friends when ya supposed to be dissing,

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Go into it, get intimate and equivalent when i be dissing hard,

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

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Its better than dissing people for no reason