This is a song about "Succumbing to terminal illness"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I've reached terminal velocity

To dictate how to look,

To mcs that don't rhyme good

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

So motherfucka don't appear when the money's homelil' homie done grew into a big dog

But in that that rapper illness i was not in a flying flock but i was a survivor hawk

Bad mouthing people,it was ma' illness. spreadin' rumors,they can't keep the stillness.

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Depression is an illness

Scholarship for my mistress

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to

Never mind the rumors baby this is me and you

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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