This is a song about "Dis s"

Now fck with dis rhyme pace,well u can never catch me in dis race!,

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

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

I'm so into you, witness a nigga make the bed bang

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

You never wanted dis to happen but det was your courtesy

My garage full of cars that bounce

Before dis nigga pounce

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,