This is a song about "Gonorrhea"

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

Oh, mama got a visa

You’ll get burned like gonorrhea

It's disgursting my flow burning like gonorrhea and urine,

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Invented gonorrhea and sent it to please me/

We don’t want ya gonorrhea.

Tequila hit me like a nina

Bitch i hope you get gonorrhea

I try to tell them i'm one of the

It's disgursting my flow burning like gonorrhea and urine,

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son