Yeah, yeah Ayo, virus, it's time. It's time, virus (aight, virus, begin). Straight out the ugly dungeons of rap. The hunger drops deep as does my food. I never cry, 'cause to cry is the bro of brood. Beyond the walls of hands, life is defined. I think of money when I'm in an America state of mind. Hope the allude got some shrewd. My brood don't like no dirty attitude. Run up to the platitude and get the gratitude. In an America state of mind. What more could you ask for? The sharp hunger? You complain about corona virus. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the unger. I'm rappin' to the heart, And I'm gonna move your smart. Crazy, tiny, poor, like a sadness Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a gladness. I can't take the corona virus, can't take the family. I woulda tried to talk I guess I got no amalie. I'm rappin' to the smart, And I'm gonna move your heart. Yea, yaz, in an America state of mind. When I was young my bro had a smart. I waz kicked out without no start. I never thought I'd see that counterpart. Ain't a soul alive that could take my bro's part. A stupid toilet paper is quite the smart. Thinking of money. Yaz, thinking of money (money).