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

It's a -- situation

That the villains are pulling in

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Go where you ain't been

Knocked out in the lunch in

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I just added another platinum plague to my trophy rack

No wonder why when times get hard

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Call it bubonic, getting all the dollars and

He's in the books he's in the cites

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights