This is a song about "Stomach virus"

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

This is a full blown virus, we don't fuck with a cough

She said i'm ready to fuck

And you sick to your stomach

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

Influenza virus. i'll have you fed

The world we have created makes me sick to my stomach

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Spinning but it stays alive in the rotation spread like a virus

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

My lyrics is a virus

I can teach you all the sounds of love

He knows that the world cant stomach him

But im a well of inspiration