This is a song about "Staff infection"

My staff look like it been crafted by a higher power

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Sides dissection im infection in your lifes stead

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

I think you got an infection sweetie, don't touch me my sweet cookie!

Guns and ammo hidden for when i wanna lash back at the staff

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Yeah you might laugh or call us staff but i'm not half mean cuz don't lean on nobody

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad

Try your best to ignore 'em to avoid the infection

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin