This is a song about "Dis s"

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

To this day, the game, will never be the same

On they twitter writing novels, see

I do dis for my niggas and city

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

In his body and face

To come over and try to do dis

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Hustle for dis country money

Da inspiration to make dis song.

Everyday a star is born

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

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line