This is a song about "The black plague"

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

World war one two, plague and dead jews i still got the souvenirs

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

All the memories we made start to fade to black

That plague the families, lack of structure, it's a dumping ground,

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

To their backs and attract the black on black

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

But now, there's no moon- the sky is all black.

Fuck the loving, up 'n' coming rappers are the cure for this virus plague

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make