This is a song about "Sneek dissing"

Constantly raising tension with more dissing,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

But dissing really crap rhymes when you're pissing on rap

Locking the nine, load it up, dissing bitch crews,

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

And expose a fool who by dissing everyone

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

Like dissing benny and four twenty weren't enough

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

This guys think’s that he’s dissing me and ripping me,

Im dissing fags over

Poke out from behind her

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

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