This is a song about "Hopsin diss"

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

And you niggas will acknowledge this

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

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

And wonder how we ever came to this

You ain't makin shit, ain't the one you wanna diss

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Cigarettes when i'm finished, it's rigorous, to win this meager diss

You cant even write a good diss?

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces