This is a song about "Succumbing to terminal illness"

Breakdancing to melle mel

Don't want to go to hell

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

If your man can't keep up wit you

To even try, afraid to..

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Illness, spillin up outta my arteries

I've reached terminal velocity

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Not to shit on you

To stay true to the crew

My illness fuckin kills shit i'm spittin diseases

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

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