This is a song about "Dis s"

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

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

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Dis not an emergency but could possibly be perversity

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done

Hand to hand in the cold

S queezys very bold

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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