This is a song about "Viginal infections"

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

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

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

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence

Stagnant while infections regress the intentions,

Ambition mixing liquor with life's lemons

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

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

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

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips