This is a song about "Too sick too weak"

You're daring to think but faring too weak and where does it lead?

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Coz i didn't know how too

I think i could save you

Too many situations, too many people getting famous

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Then i gotta say peace to you

The original crew grew too/

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I'm way too contagious, sick, and i spread hate to they faces,

Are the poor and sick and tired who've been fighting too long,

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Cause too many people got weak ass hearts

All on the furniture with no regards