This is a song about "My rhymes are a sickness"

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

My rhymes are sporadic, i destruct, im static

My rhymes are intensely deep 'n yours are just very weak,

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

My rhymes are a trapdoor that accidentally traps

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

That my rhymes are making them feeling impressed

Cause thats how effective my rhymes are

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

This verse is vicious, my work is immersed with a surge of sickness

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

My rhymes are like an electric ray