This is a song about "Sickness"

But they aint religious, this song is contagious, like its a fuckin sickness,

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

Slit wrists to the dopest of mad sickness.

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

All we got now is crime, death, sickness, and poverty,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

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

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

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