This is a song about "Meantal illness"

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.

Flow licit there's no medicine for his illness

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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,

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

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

Is a severe mental illness

And panned out, i'm all in love

My criteria ain't even that serious

My illness fuckin kills shit i'm spittin diseases