This is a song about "Cancerous aids"

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

You're cancerous, a cadaver motherfucker, already dead

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

I'm itchin from kitchen aids aka hot as fiction maids

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

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

Your rhymes will receive less attention then and aids patient

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

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

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Remember these are the people who started aids