This is a song about "A dis"

Before dis nigga pounce

Heystop running your mouth

No fiction, mentally dis function,my mind talks why should i mention

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

This is the guide "dis-infecting of a nation from hate and sin";

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Dis not an emergency but could possibly be perversity

Now fck with dis rhyme pace,well u can never catch me in dis race!,

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Dis just a message to fukk niqqa while yo girl on this dick

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

This is a dis to the bad rappers worldwide, elvin is fruitcake not even gonna lie tho