This is a song about "The plague"

That's what they'll say

The truth but thats the way

Been running around trying find a job

From the bottom to the top

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

Got the passion for the music

Huh, a metaphor of course

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Push comes to shove now this ain't for play, want a war, i'm the killing plague

The weed into the bong

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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