This is a song about "Fuck the virus"

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Fuck you fuck u off and move to the next lad

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Spinning but it stays alive in the rotation spread like a virus

All we need is convienient love

Where the fuck the chorus

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Praise god, you feel the shots, no one wants you just like a virus,

My infecting virus got you spluttering disease.

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

My lyrics is a virus

The way she walks and causes a fuss

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump