This is a song about "Disease"

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

I have that maple syrup urine disease,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

It's been chaos at the scene, survived through the disease

Let fly trigger a torpedo nuclear or a new disease

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Home of the rappin disease

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

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

The death that bloats like a disease

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

Like reptilians but i'm sicker than a rare disease

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees