This is a song about "Chaotic world with a son on the way"

Long as she come to me first

A man should be in his on world

A secret with the power for world abomination

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Son, i put on a clinic, you put on clinique

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

The son of the holy father who died up on the cross

My son asked me to play, the shopping cart with a clown

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Like a kid with parkinson's playing jenga the way i block it

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

But this is a sickness on the world, i call it a fever/