This is a song about "Hiv and aids"

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Dc star, a pg legend

Grab the scissors and saws and

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Your rhymes will receive less attention then and aids patient

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

Where dark niggas with dark thoughts and long braids

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

I'm sicker than an aids patient plagued with rabies

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I'm itchin from kitchen aids aka hot as fiction maids

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,