This is a song about "Beatbox worm"

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

We're seeing no improvement either/

I think my immune system is vigorously fighting this virus,

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

Trying hard to speak and

Your seeing stars, spangled

Your mom would rather raise a maggot

Every day was a saturday, shit

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Fuck the loving, up 'n' coming rappers are the cure for this virus plague

My lyrics is a virus

I think found where your mind was

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

My lyrics is a virus

I ain't tryna brag though

Cuz u make my face glow