This is a song about "Aids"

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Im still sick enough aids dont wanna catch me

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 don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Remember these are the people who started aids

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

I'm sicker than an aids patient plagued with rabies

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

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