This is a song about "Swine flu"

You good man, we don't want you

My flow so sick i speak spanish flu

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

Look at all these in-flu-en-ces like in-flu-en-za i'm sick

Is to call swine ask for a punch line

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Fire reds and flu games

High: that's why they call us planes

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

I'm sick as fuck, y'all know that, i'm swine flu, truth was told

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Well i only got angry when you talked to the horrid swine

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

I haven't taken my shot, i'm sick with lyrical flu.

Now when i think of you, it's like i got the flu

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through