This is a song about "Infections"

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

Because i am not equal, but medieval. illegal lethal weapons leave infections

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Stagnant while infections regress the intentions,

Would it surprise you if i told you all of the black inventions?

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)