This is a song about "An diva obsessed with band aids"

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Snap back at trapped rats like i'm an elastic band,

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Her heart fights it but her pussy obsessed

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

If you feel it, it must be real just

An let forth with endless harassment,

I should michael jordan these rappers

Walking with an empty purse

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Remember these are the people who started aids

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band