This is a song about "Syphilis"

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

I hope you get gang raped by black males with syphilis

Make room for the groom married to his music

With the flick of my wrist syphilis spitting it's sick

Raps so sick your mothers got syphilis

So here i am at the store for some chips

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

I'm flipping bricks; spitting sick as syphilis

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Now witness word of me spread like syphilis

Mad blazing like syphilis and i want everybody to witness it...

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit