This is a song about "Unknown illness"

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Watch as i find the bottom of the magic hat, the boldest unknown,

Revealing universes and habitats unknown to the oldest of souls,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Rapin with lyrics unknown

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

And now that i’m getting money

My own unknown is my enemy,

31. an unknown identity,

Must be something you want me to see

Accepted this challenging reality willingly... i'm going into the unknown

Loaded by my bedside crazyjealous when you hang with the fellas, i wait patiently alone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Left all alone, what he thought or felt was unknown

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home