This is a song about "Dis s"

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

You never wanted dis to happen but det was your courtesy

To come over and try to do dis

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

Wale and we are not the same

Dis-able it in shame

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Da inspiration to make dis song.

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

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Before dis nigga pounce

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

I do dis for my niggas and city

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime