His loved ones are being killed off by the plague. Possibly also an allusion to Camu Tao, who has been referenced frequently by Weathermen members since his death in 2008.

As the population dwindles and the fabric of society collapse, so do its collective morals. The same can be said of the individual disease carrier. The necessity of survival renders traditional values obsolete. Things which were formerly considered disgraceful or tragic are now commonplace.

With his time in life limited, a sense of urgency sets in and he lets go of his self-restraint and lets shamelessly lets his id take over, aggressively pursuing what he wants.

The pain brought on by the illness is comparable to getting a handjob from someone with razor sharp fingernails.

Heart pain is a symptom both literally and figuratively.

The imminence of death drives him crazy. He tries to rationalize his plight (and that of mankind), copes by reluctantly clinging to “facts” which he knows he shouldn’t believe wholeheartedly (see also: “truther”), and eventually resigns to his fate before desperately pleading that he not be forgotten.

Trouble speaking and thinking clearly, nausea and aggression are among the symptoms. Look out, fuck face.

Weakness, tremors and peeing blood are among the symptoms.

El-P’s verse describes the plight of a victim afflicted with the disease.

People are resorting to consulting gypsies, mystics and snake oil peddlers because, at the rate the pathogens are immunizing themselves against the best efforts of science, its likely a lost cause anyway.