This is a song about "Dis s"

Dis not an emergency but could possibly be perversity

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

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

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

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

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

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

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

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

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple