This is a song about "Stomach virus"

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Your pc must have a virus after that shit you spit

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Than have to deal with that miley cyrus virus ass

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Praise god, you feel the shots, no one wants you just like a virus,

So i harness the virus, in my iris

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I think my immune system is vigorously fighting this virus,

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

We're still feeling the promise, some nights i kill 'em with kindness

Like mgk i have a weak stomach/

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Equation? nah, you lose if you had a virus