This is a song about "Sneak dissing"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Like dissing benny and four twenty weren't enough

I’m way harder than the concrete

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Sneak is loose and kids taste so nice

I sneak into your sector

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Sneak, keep my lip low, i tripped.. oh no!

About disaster in the world and

This dissing and criticism isn't

Your trying to make friends when ya supposed to be dissing,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

You wouldn't be missing if you weren't dissing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing