This is a song about "I have an std"

And the way you always seem to have an excuse,

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

I just wanna have an exhilerating purpose, i think i got one

Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Like girls who have never been a bitch, i feel an itch

You smell that? that's the odor of success bitch

You, you, you have to pay for that

If you have an insolent bitch fit

I told em once before, demons have an appetite

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

And why do i have to send this poor creature to an afterlife?