This is a song about "Hissing"

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

But you started hissing like you was burnt thanksgiving

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Dismissing the hissing, misgiving, fucking criticism