This is a song about "Sickness"

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Im the illest alive cause i embody the sickness

I'm ill, chronic sickness, neither porridge nor lozenge fix this the knowledge

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Together all the timethought it was true love

Who knew trigger itchiness was part of my sickness,

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

As i'm an assassin in this business, sickness has given my forgiveness

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush