This is a song about "How ill i am"

How am i blind yet i can spot exactly where to drop some bombs,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Look in my face see how broken i am

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

So i gotta break some records, so ill know how needles feels

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Here i am sitting, wondering how you are, how your doing

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Hundred thousand worth of ice on me now

It's clear to me now, but i am not sure how

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man