This is a song about "The disabled"

Saw the bombs on the news

My time with their half-witted reviews

The more battles the better the flows

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Feel disabled, feels painful. it feels fatal.

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

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