This is a song about "The disabled"

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

Labeled sick as a disabled prick, he wanted to fuckin leave

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Dissing disabled ima say no to it

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

She wanna be grown

As the king upon the throne