This is a song about "Suffering through sickness"

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

And i hear em feeling my florida swagger

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

You need a doctor dude your sickness you can afflict germs!

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

Parents it ain't conductive, watch your girl, hit with that morning sickness

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

All i have is my suffering and pain

And i'll enjoy your suffering,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

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

Who knew trigger itchiness was part of my sickness,

I'm a fucking disturbed one, down with the sickness

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love