This is a song about "Ebola virus"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

This is a full blown virus, we don't fuck with a cough

My infecting virus got you spluttering disease.

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

See boy she been in love

My lyrics is a virus

I think my immune system is vigorously fighting this virus,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Influenza virus. i'll have you fed

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Fuck the loving, up 'n' coming rappers are the cure for this virus plague

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Your pc must have a virus after that shit you spit

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit