This is a song about "Dis s"

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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

It´s the battle of life

I need a backyard full court size

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

She will never get by, no how no way

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Dis not an emergency but could possibly be perversity

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

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I do dis for my niggas and city

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Da inspiration to make dis song.