This is a song about "Stomach virus"

I know you're mad, but so what

On an empty stomach

Sleep/im virus when i write this ominous speech/im dominant

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Now i need something in my stomach cause i haven't ate

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Yo damn stomach churning

I'm doing the same thing

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

No passion when im fucking ram in your stomach

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

I might just, spread like virus, the lyrics will cause a crisis,