This is a song about "Can have no symptoms"

Fake doctors giving us symptoms of illnesses

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

You have no job, just lazy.

And its simple as that baby

See you was there every year when i needed you

You can have this place/memories have me blue.

Their symptoms sound like sizzling rhythm

Just to match the grind with precision

But honestly i have no clue

Wanna spend it all on you

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

We have no life together. we can work it out, we can work it out. you have

Not a fake person, that's the sims man

Yeah i think i can.. no i know i can,

And yes i might have the symptoms

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes