This is a song about "Fever crumb"

But this is a sickness on the world, i call it a fever/

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

Hackin bitches with a cleaver like i got cabin fever

And i can admire your body but your mind is much deeper

You ever paid attention in there? me either

I keep it the realest stay hotter than a fever

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

Iller than hundred n eight degree fever ripping emcees liver

Fever really runnin feel the heat between us two

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you