This is a song about "The flu"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Look at all these in-flu-en-ces like in-flu-en-za i'm sick

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Some day i hope in-flu-en-ces are also fans...

Targets you, sick, im the flu, its venom i spew

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you

Targets you, sick, im the flu, its venom i spew

Claiming you tough when you too scared to get the flu shot

But now i got a problem with that little white rock