This is a song about "Meantal illness"

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

My illness fuckin kills shit i'm spittin diseases

Flow licit there's no medicine for his illness

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

I'm everything that they call nice

Illness, spillin up outta my arteries

Together all the timethought it was true love

Bars coming out fearless, i'll make you sick with this illness

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

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

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

Is a severe mental illness

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love