This is a song about "Dis s"

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

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

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

But i'm not in the first place

To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

If only i could go back into the 80’s

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

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

I can make it rain

Dis-able it in shame

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

The truth shall be told

S queezys very bold