This is a song about "Suffering through sickness"

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

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

And i need you to show me love

To measure the sickness and wickedness

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

This verse is vicious, my work is immersed with a surge of sickness

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

To me, your suffering will mean nothing more than whatever

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

My future's an enigma, it's suffering or this bullet

Impending sickness, my destinations the infirmary

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Im the illest alive cause i embody the sickness