This is a song about "Morning sickness"

Who knew trigger itchiness was part of my sickness,

Together all the timethought it was true love

You wake the next morning

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

To measure the sickness and wickedness

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Sickness spreadin wishin i could end the wickedness

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Im the illest alive cause i embody the sickness

Girl i love you that's a sickness

And panned out, i'm all in love

Healing hip-hop's sickness, they call me penicillin/

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one