This is a song about "Rap flu"

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

To you that after this you'd be through, like catching bird flu two

Some day i hope in-flu-en-ces are also fans...

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Now when i think of you, it's like i got the flu

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

I don't know how to rap,

Can't win with a passive attack

He finally begins to rap,

No car key and i mean that

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I'm sick enough to give the fuckin flu until you puke n' heave

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police