This is a song about "Dissing sneak dissers and ghost writers"

Sneak is loose and kids taste so nice

Becoming someone you don't recognize

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

I've lost this game and it's haunting me like a ghost

Go into it, get intimate and equivalent when i be dissing hard,

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

I could go on dissing you, kissing ass and maybe lick a few

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

Sometimes i think, what i need

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Like i already beheaded these wack rap writers/

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

While these fake ignorant niggas are hiring ghost writers,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds