This is a song about "I have an std"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Jdot and majik so fuck all of these haters i knew i would have an odd future

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

So have i, so get set to dine 'fore someone has an anxiety attack tonight

I'm an artist who's paying dues, i have to deal, no grabbing steel,

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

//as i have an illness and somedays can't rap/talk without it hurting,

With me, maybe we could have an orgy

I just tell cj keep on rollin’ that's my shorty

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

I have no bight, or curse in any verse i keep it clean an lean, try to mean

He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums

I wanna spit something to have an impact for once

Looks i have an eye for,

As soon as i walk in the door