This is a song about "Fever crumb"

Like a plague spreading the fever your going to feel the heat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Hackin bitches with a cleaver like i got cabin fever

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Iller than hundred n eight degree fever ripping emcees liver

I keep it the realest stay hotter than a fever

I'm spotted on different beaches, cohiba smoking reefer

The sage is burnt to crumb, the pipe scorched like my laden lung

Thats even better i'm not that into submissive woman

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

A fever in disguise this guy's high's sufficed with this list

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

So now she got a fever

Burnin up my fever is back, that's how i got ill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will