This is a song about "Hopsin diss"

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

Trip, and then you never snitch

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

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

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

Should be harder to find

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

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

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Cause you are on the diss,

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

Form follows function, so watch who you diss