This is a song about "Dis s"

We don't believe you, you need more people

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

I do dis for my niggas and city

I just want somebody i can see

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

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

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

You never wanted dis to happen but det was your courtesy

Dis not an emergency but could possibly be perversity

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Im happier when high and drunk

Dis-able it in shame

Grown men in this game

If only i could go back into the 80’s

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes