This is a song about "Sickness"

Who knew trigger itchiness was part of my sickness,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Too much sickness in this twisted system, it's just business.

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

I dont sweat the hate, my sickness is ridiculous

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Impending sickness, my destinations the infirmary

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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