This is a song about "Wheelchair"

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

Then come back later and slash the tires on your wheelchair.

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Ready to give it a second chance, even brought your wheelchair

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Mother in a wheelchair nigga tell me what you got to lose