This is a song about "Staff infection"

You can end this verse premature

Im an infection and there is no cure

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Im the contaminant infection that'll kill off weakness

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Looking back it's an infection life's a miss perception -all lies-

Try your best to ignore 'em to avoid the infection

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

If you dick got 1 employee mine got a whole staff

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

Sick like an infection, and no recollection