This is a song about "Aids"

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

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

I'm sicker than an aids patient plagued with rabies

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

You see i promised that i'd never change

So maybe like aids, y’all ain’t up on the right page,

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

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