This is a song about "Dis s"

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

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Hustle for dis country money

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

But the same deposition take it every time

Before dis nigga pounce

In 2 to 6 hours

But for long time i had gone cold

S queezys very bold

Dis-able it in shame

Bad rap, cuties claim

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less