This is a song about "Succumbing to terminal illness"

You need to stick to balling

And my only fear's a wedding ring

The twin towers fell

Don't want to go to hell

To dictate how to look,

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to

To get to hold your hand

For the one night stand

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

To stay true to the crew

When you keep em right beside you

To even try, afraid to..

I'm everything that they call nice

Illness, spillin up outta my arteries