This is a song about "Illness"

Illness, spillin up outta my arteries

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

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,

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Depression is an illness

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

My illness fuckin kills shit i'm spittin diseases

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