This is a song about "Dis s"

I do dis for my niggas and city

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

All the bitches know my name

Dis-able it in shame

And i can't even look the other way

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

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

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Hustle for dis country money

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Da inspiration to make dis song.

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

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

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival