This is a song about "You got herpes"

Got bullets dyin to meet you

When i get to warwick avenue

Is it possible at the same moment in time

Icky rhymes got you feeling like you got soaked with slime

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

I hope you got my message,

New york, va, dc, get paid

You thought you got it made

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

You got to be strong you got to be best,

Finding more light to shed

Got you thinking what's next,

A legend have to bow, africa

You say you got a nigga