This is a song about "Hangover"

Im the illest alive cause i embody the sickness

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

To measure the sickness and wickedness

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

I'm uttering whatever like i was mumbling in my slumber

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

Sickness spreadin wishin i could end the wickedness

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

I'm ill, chronic sickness, neither porridge nor lozenge fix this the knowledge

I refuse to be another being on this earth

You need a doctor dude your sickness you can afflict germs!

But instead of sexuality, it's accepting reality.

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

I needed to release, a dope sickness that spreads like a disease