This is a song about "Cold and flu"

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

Duck and aflac fear in his peer with sick flu spit

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

The woods are dark and its a cold, cold night,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

I've been so tired, all my songs are so blatant and cold,

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Do you plan to pass this cold trait, and have your offspring last this cold fate?

And i hope for a future, but now i’m mean and cold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

And i drop top off in a hot cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

I haven't taken my shot, i'm sick with lyrical flu.

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you