This is a song about "A cure for malaria"

Bawling "i'll cure me" from my heart that is hellish

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

To these doubters he's a type of cancer with no cure

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

For a vaccination to cure the flow that smacked the nation

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

49. for a reason for treason,

For kicks i cure cancer

Well, that's what you are

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

218 be my area lookin like you got malaria feel a bit sorry for ya,

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

I wish there could be a cure, but when its happened its for sure