This is a song about "Dis s"

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

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

Jus a pawn in dis game,

And i put that on my name

Dis not an emergency but could possibly be perversity

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

To come over and try to do dis

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

U play dis game but live in dis shit everyday!/

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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