This is a song about "Viginal infections"

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)

Stagnant while infections regress the intentions,

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)

Because i am not equal, but medieval. illegal lethal weapons leave infections

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins