This is a song about "Succumbing to terminal illness"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

I'm up early in tha morning

You need to stick to balling

Vsu don't regret you

To stay true to the crew

Reluctant to, to give a shit

Saying they this and that

Bars coming out fearless, i'll make you sick with this illness

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Killing people to get to yourself to heaven?

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

To reality and to the facts

I'm on the stage, you in the stands