This is a song about "Transfering aids"

I'm sicker than an aids patient plagued with rabies

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

On how to spit a real rhyme,im aids nobody wants to fuck with me but i feel fine

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

So maybe like aids, y’all ain’t up on the right page,

You redundant, you never ever change

I'm itchin from kitchen aids aka hot as fiction maids

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids