This is a song about "Bubonic plague"

Push comes to shove now this ain't for play, want a war, i'm the killing plague

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

And i won't stop until the issues that plague today's addressed,

That plague the families, lack of structure, it's a dumping ground,

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

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

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Call it bubonic, getting all the dollars and

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

That begets collapse like a gusset defect when i plague yo beats,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

World war one two, plague and dead jews i still got the souvenirs

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

And i won't stop until the issues that plague today's addressed,

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement