This is a song about "Dis s"

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

She will never get by, no how no way

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

And i put that on my name

Jus a pawn in dis game,

Let me cash you out , here hold this

To come over and try to do dis

If only i could go back into the 80’s

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

I do dis for my niggas and city

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three