This is a song about "Cancerous aids"

So maybe like aids, y’all ain’t up on the right page,

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

Way to much right here is at stake

Hard as a taint, cancerous prostate

I'm sicker than an aids patient plagued with rabies

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

Remember these are the people who started aids

On how to spit a real rhyme,im aids nobody wants to fuck with me but i feel fine

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Fuck around and pay your rent lets go in my car and fake the tint

Your rhymes will receive less attention then and aids patient

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

Im still sick enough aids dont wanna catch me

Look it something they can't ever see