This is a song about "Succumbing to terminal illness"

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

To reality and to the facts

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Some excedrinto get rid of conception

To understand is to pay attention

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

And all the shit you went through

To stay true to the crew

To get to hold your hand

I start to think it's all planned

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Is a severe mental illness