This is a song about "Disease"

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

My infecting virus got you spluttering disease.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

She says you're free of disease these knees won't agree, see-

Have a kid, have disease

Right flows down and they might go nice

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Feelin like he's hexed, cursed with these disease

Home of the rappin disease

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

I needed to release, a dope sickness that spreads like a disease

Thinks he's a gangsta but he's a disease

Create life with the beats, alicia keys