This is a song about "Staff infection"

My tracks be spreadin, like infection after an appendix rupture

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

Im an infection and there is no cure

Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull

If you dick got 1 employee mine got a whole staff

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

The way a nigga see it you little niggas is curious

Im the contaminant infection that'll kill off weakness

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

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

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