This is a song about "Man thinks hes sick with goocie and armarny"

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

And looks in the mirror and often asks himself if hes a stud or not

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

It started off with lunitic but now hes in the ground,

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

With a plan and a passion like flame man

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Now he loads gats and runs with the sick crews with rifles,

420 is a fucking faggot,just to test him if he thinks he's sick ill disinfect him

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

I don't have a decent mic and no one thinks it's alright