This is a song about "Staff infection"

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

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

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

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

My tracks be spreadin, like infection after an appendix rupture

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Im the contaminant infection that'll kill off weakness

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Sides dissection im infection in your lifes stead

You can end this verse premature

Im an infection and there is no cure

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

I see you wack-ass rappers as a blight, infection/

Try your best to ignore 'em to avoid the infection

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin