This is a song about "Syphilis"

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

I hope you get gang raped by black males with syphilis

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Raps so sick your mothers got syphilis

I'm flipping bricks; spitting sick as syphilis

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

So here i am at the store for some chips

Now witness word of me spread like syphilis

Make room for the groom married to his music

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

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit