This is a song about "Ebola virus"

Your pc must have a virus after that shit you spit

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

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

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

Influenza virus. i'll have you fed

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I might just, spread like virus, the lyrics will cause a crisis,

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Equation? nah, you lose if you had a virus

Sleep/im virus when i write this ominous speech/im dominant

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

I hope you don't catch the virus from when i speak

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat