This is a song about "Stigma dis"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

You never wanted dis to happen but det was your courtesy

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

Nah-ha dis is b enough, h-h-had it too tough

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

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!,

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

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

To come over and try to do dis

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