This is a song about "Sickness"

Im the illest alive cause i embody the sickness

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

On the mic, it's complete sickness yous say your strictly business

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

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

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

That scary love, never get married love

Slit wrists to the dopest of mad sickness.

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

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

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

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

And i need you to show me love

To measure the sickness and wickedness