This is a song about "Vital signs"

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Cause people are vital so that monsters are fed

I begged for his survival cause me needing him is vital.

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

Gimmie fame and vital organs

Without the sound of guns

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Ironic how heart, and an instrumental are vital

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

I'll finger punch ur vital organs

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Vital information for survival,

They forgot about the fourth coast

Signs of you getting smoked

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

You never want to understate my rhymes, just underline all the signs