This is a song about "Blight"

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

Hip hop isnt a blight on society, it is its fucking delight

I'm feeling alright,y'all bitchez are blight

My direction good, well-rounded type

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

I don't even have to fight, i'm past the blight

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

I see you wack-ass rappers as a blight, infection/

All the time with this glock of mines

High advice, we are in blight times