This is a song about "Illness"

//as i have an illness and somedays can't rap/talk without it hurting,

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Illness, spillin up outta my arteries

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Flow licit there's no medicine for his illness

My illness fuckin kills shit i'm spittin diseases

Together all the timethought it was true love

But in that that rapper illness i was not in a flying flock but i was a survivor hawk

So motherfucka don't appear when the money's homelil' homie done grew into a big dog

Bad mouthing people,it was ma' illness. spreadin' rumors,they can't keep the stillness.

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

//as i have an illness and somedays can't rap/talk without it hurting,