 We can do about it. Bell's palsy from damage to my nerves. No feeling in my legs. I took a bullet in the head, nigga. That's why I chuckle at the comments that I read about the way my face look and shit. I could have been dead. Just focus on the lyrics. Don't focus on my appearance. You know you too pussy to go through it, so you fear it. You see the way that they quoting this shit hysterically. What you see is the dopest of any era machine. Like a line of some coke, you sit on a mirror. Slick, nigga. This shit is a gift.