This is a song about "Sickness"

Sickness spreadin wishin i could end the wickedness

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

Watch the great life take the wayside and just the sickness remains

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

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

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

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

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

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

I rhyme the quickest, my rhymes are the sickness,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Slit wrists to the dopest of mad sickness.

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus