This is a song about "Alanta and the crona virus"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Praise god, you feel the shots, no one wants you just like a virus,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

I think my immune system is vigorously fighting this virus,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

My lyrics is a virus

That's why i shine like i does

My lyrics is a virus

All we need is convienient love

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Grab the scissors and saws and

She can only live for the moment

My infecting virus got you spluttering disease.

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze