This is a song about "Larva"

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

His bladder is burnt through like the rapture of antimatter,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

From the day that i met her until the nurse at the very end.

Like the mad hatter's bad bladder

How the fuck a deal matter

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

The only fruit he coulda taught,

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

But cram the style up abit so you can pitch a tent in a lamp

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

If skill was a scary basement i'd have rats nibbling

Cover me in dirt i'm a fucking worm bits wriggling