This is a song about "Medieval plague"

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

I just added another platinum plague to my trophy rack

Medieval buggy like the cops' devices, passin',

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

That plague the families, lack of structure, it's a dumping ground,

Coking down treats freeing anyone medieval

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

That begets collapse like a gusset defect when i plague yo beats,

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

And i won't stop until the issues that plague today's addressed,

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

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

And i won't stop until the issues that plague today's addressed,

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement