This is a song about "Dis boy"

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

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

So many vivid pictures, and all the currency

You never wanted dis to happen but det was your courtesy

Before dis nigga pounce

Yo we get the dank and bounce

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

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Dis-able it in shame

Stuck in this game

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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