This is a song about "Hissing"

Dismissing the hissing, misgiving, fucking criticism

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Easy as cake you are fake and hissing like a snake

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

Kitty cornered now you're hissing pussy

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

But you started hissing like you was burnt thanksgiving

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

I will start to boo you, and the crowd is hissing

I cannot believe you think you young and tripping