This is a song about "Aids"

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

On how to spit a real rhyme,im aids nobody wants to fuck with me but i feel fine

I'm itchin from kitchen aids aka hot as fiction maids

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

....so u know these hoes gone sweat! me like an aids test

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

Remember these are the people who started aids

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

I take cover from the view cause i don't want to catch aids too!

Your rhymes will receive less attention then and aids patient

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love