This is a song about "Hopsin"

You should all be like hopsin and hate fans,

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

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

Tech nine for punchlines, hopsin for quick blows

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Hopsin is an option, he ain't popping, shoulda been given up for adoption.

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

Ask hopsin why his ill mind is so unforgivable

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

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