This is a song about "Dis nigga dumb"

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

To come over and try to do dis

Then make you fuckin dumb again.

Made a million with the pen

Dis is the generation

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

You never wanted dis to happen but det was your courtesy

In his body and face

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Now that's what you call a game

Dis-able it in shame

Completely your fault dumb ass

Just put your hand on the glass