This is a song about "A sick life"

The glare makes me hard to find

Sit kid,learn from a sick kind,

Because your a sick bastard

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Illegal like a lethal needle stabbing rappers that act sick

A sick 16 to merk you all,

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

My talent should take me places i've never been

I was a sick kid, seroquel my prescription.

Fighting with my weak hand

I'm a man with a sick past

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that