This is a song about "Sneek dissin"

Another victim dissin the towel head/

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Night i need that she comin here right away

No sneak dissin or get fried up crisp by the heat ray

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

The clock is tickin', this is no time for dissin',

Dissin me at home field, just know you're a visitor

I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

And love the feeling when you're dissin kids and rip em apart

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

And anybody who fucks around and thinks they can go dissin' me,

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope

This is a joke. could rap bout dissin the pope/