This is a song about "Succumbing to terminal illness"

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

I've reached terminal velocity

I’m coming back like light-skin and

To get to hold your hand

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

My illness fuckin kills shit i'm spittin diseases

All u do is study geology, what i spit was a sign of terminal velocity,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

//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

Killing people to get to yourself to heaven?

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

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,