This is a song about "Dis gracement"

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Dis is the generation

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Man, fuckin wit dis nigga get them bitches giddy

My garage full of cars that bounce

Before dis nigga pounce

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done

Hustle for dis country money

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see