This is a song about "Shark aids"

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Part manson, part hannibal, part mechanical shark

But, i'm not in this for the cash, no i'm no shark

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Drinking thoughts down of drowned novelties creating a shark

Not a shark anymore, but i'll make you swim in this shit!

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

I take cover from the view cause i don't want to catch aids too!

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

I’m a motherfucking great white shark, swimming in a school of bitches/

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

My lyricism's is art, teeth sharp like a great white shark

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates