This is a song about "Cancerous aids"

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

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

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

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

While half my mental belongs in a cage

I take cover from the view cause i don't want to catch aids too!

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

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

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

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

I'm sicker than an aids patient plagued with rabies

Im still sick enough aids dont wanna catch me

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy