This is a song about "Hiv"

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

It ain't hard to make money

What's the hiv to a shit like me

Rat n im arrested, snitch yull receive a disease fucked n grieve hiv rubber please?

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

Cause every time you take the time and get tested for hiv you got onetime.

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Flows sicker then you with hiv, so best of luck to you

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true