This is a song about "Curtis and momo have lots of aids"

Your rhymes will receive less attention then and aids patient

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Uh hip hop legend no need to pretend, lots of cash and fame

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

Know just what your worth

Drinkin lots of pitchers

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Toke lots and hope cops

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

And now he's in a hospital with lots of slits across his wrists,

And now he's in a hospital with lots of slits across his wrists,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Takin lots of portraits

Got racks, ain’t talking tits