This is a song about "Dis s"

I do dis for my niggas and city

Or do it jackass and leave your breath all shitty

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Heh, if the autotune's gone

Da inspiration to make dis song.

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

The emergency room, gettin stitches

To come over and try to do dis

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Driving my car to a foreign place