This is a song about "Dis my niece"

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Jus a pawn in dis game,

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

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

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Lookin' for these better days

I reel them in, goadomes on see

I do dis for my niggas and city

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

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Dis not an emergency but could possibly be perversity

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