This is a song about "I have an std"

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

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

I told em once before, demons have an appetite

Concentration is key, can't have an interference

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

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

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

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,

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

I have done it, an exhale escapes me as i climb,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

And the way you always seem to have an excuse,