This is a song about "The corna virus"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

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

My infecting virus got you spluttering disease.

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I might just, spread like virus, the lyrics will cause a crisis,

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,