This is a song about "Hopsin"

Tech nine for punchlines, hopsin for quick blows

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Ask hopsin why his ill mind is so unforgivable

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

I'm lucifer, i'm more like shady or like hopsin to y'all,

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

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

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

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

You should all be like hopsin and hate fans,