This is a song about "Squirrel aids"

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

I take cover from the view cause i don't want to catch aids too!

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

I'm itchin from kitchen aids aka hot as fiction maids

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Squirrel is running on the roof

I'm sicker than an aids patient plagued with rabies

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Your rhymes will receive less attention then and aids patient

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

On how to spit a real rhyme,im aids nobody wants to fuck with me but i feel fine