This is a song about "Robots virus love"

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Your pc must have a virus after that shit you spit

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

My infecting virus got you spluttering disease.

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

I might just, spread like virus, the lyrics will cause a crisis,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I hope you don't catch the virus from when i speak

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Sleep/im virus when i write this ominous speech/im dominant

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Show me love show me fuckin love