This is a song about "Wheelchair"

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

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

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

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