This is a song about "The 10 plagues"

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

I'll tackle fuckin' fans on stage, i spread lyrical cancer plagues,

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Carried off the playground into the street.

These words exploding, burst the filament

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Some suggestions of the subtextual kind

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

Hoes i need a condom for my toast

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Then you look like a fucking fool

Chillin' at the cottage, drinks by the pool