This is a song about "Dis s"

Grown men in this game

Dis-able it in shame

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Before dis nigga pounce

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

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

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

S queezys very bold

Women front, they get its cold

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

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

To come over and try to do dis

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Dis not an emergency but could possibly be perversity