This is a song about "Aids tests"

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

I'm sicker than an aids patient plagued with rabies

Your rhymes will receive less attention then and aids patient

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

And we'll pass your fucking tests and then write our own

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Im still sick enough aids dont wanna catch me