This is a song about "A virus"

Spinning but it stays alive in the rotation spread like a virus

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I hope you don't catch the virus from when i speak

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

My lyrics is a virus

So let 'em chase love

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium