This is a song about "The bubonic plague in theatre"

Three times cause fate had my side

In the face of the outside.

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

That begets collapse like a gusset defect when i plague yo beats,

The day before is better than the present

Call it bubonic, getting all the dollars and

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Fluoride in our toothpaste in the water

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

The pain stains the brain with delays in

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

Stuck in the in the tub,

I thought it'd get better but