This is a song about "Dis my nephew"

Haven't seen the world in so long

Da inspiration to make dis song.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

You never wanted dis to happen but det was your courtesy

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

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

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

Watch them get they monica on all day

U play dis game but live in dis shit everyday!/

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

I aint comparing them cos dis aint my department!

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Bad rap, cuties claim

Jus a pawn in dis game,