This is a song about "T virus"

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

I hope you don't catch the virus from when i speak

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Equation? nah, you lose if you had a virus

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

I think my immune system is vigorously fighting this virus,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Praise god, you feel the shots, no one wants you just like a virus,

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Sleep/im virus when i write this ominous speech/im dominant

Welcome to organized crime

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

And i got a little big, keep it low key