This is a song about "Plague"

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Push comes to shove now this ain't for play, want a war, i'm the killing plague

World war one two, plague and dead jews i still got the souvenirs

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

I just added another platinum plague to my trophy rack

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

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

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Like a plague spreading the fever your going to feel the heat