This is a song about "Dis rappers"

Man, fuckin wit dis nigga get them bitches giddy

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Nah-ha dis is b enough, h-h-had it too tough

Make up dis...face it the music i embrace it then lace it with skill,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I do dis for my niggas and city

I need your admiration for infinity

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

You never wanted dis to happen but det was your courtesy

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

I rap for the ones that actully give a dam haha i fu*king dis the ones that