This is a song about "Succumbing to terminal illness"

To reality and to the facts

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

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

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

You got nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to.

Flow licit there's no medicine for his illness

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

To get to hold your hand

And bijies like im out and

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I've reached terminal velocity

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

To try and violate me to.

Silent momentman, i been missing you