This is a song about "Sneak dissing"

Im dissing fags over

And that i spent the night with her

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Like dissing benny and four twenty weren't enough

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

And expose a fool who by dissing everyone

I sneak into your sector

Baby, you know who you are

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

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

This dissing and criticism isn't

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Dissing dissabled, will next take the throne,

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Its better than dissing people for no reason