This is a song about "Wheelchair"

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

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

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care