This is a song about "Toenail fungus"

Many nights i fed my guilt thru a needle...im just too real look at the game i

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

And i got that drive and she just might crash

When they see that needle they can't help but laugh

Black bird out in the club tonight

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

Overspread my whole body

And not a copy

If rap was sculptures yours would be a mold and mine be vultures

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

I need to be the cheese with green like soakin' mold, god only knows,

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Your body perfect official

I don't need no single

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

'bout to drop you cold stop you like mold crop you bald...