This is a song about "Dis s"

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

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

We don't believe you, you need more people

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

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

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

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Dis not an emergency but could possibly be perversity

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky