This is a song about "Sickness"

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Don’t you be holding back, your love

To measure the sickness and wickedness

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

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Girl i love you that's a sickness

Slit wrists to the dopest of mad sickness.

Rub the wood and ima show em love

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,

From where gorillas territorial for inches

Who knew trigger itchiness was part of my sickness,

Impending sickness, my destinations the infirmary

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see