This is a song about "Spread of enlightment ideas"

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Overwhelmed by ideas, thoughts from consumption

I wish i can spread the word of jesus so others can hear it

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Move around and spread the curse.

They slowly showin they colors

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Nine o'clock and i'm trying to unlock ideas before twelve.

Coat hangers on a bed/ ideas passing, keeping fed/

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Spread by mosquitoes perhaps spread by a needle