This is a song about "Sickness"

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Sickness spreadin wishin i could end the wickedness

Shitto me that shit sound delicious

I'm a fucking disturbed one, down with the sickness

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Im the illest alive cause i embody the sickness

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Parents it ain't conductive, watch your girl, hit with that morning sickness

It's gonna take more than amoxicillin to rid me of my chronic lyrical sickness

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

I needed to release, a dope sickness that spreads like a disease