This is a song about "All you other clowns make me sick"

You should rap about other people, not just you all the time

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Own shit i bet you can make good music without taking it off of google or other

Of course a lame gone make you sick

Small, but you talkin' big

On my captain spalding shit what you don't like clowns,

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

And it makes me sick to think that you could blame me

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

It was all too obvious you sick bitch

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

I'm so sick but you fuckers never sick of me

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Spitting out the shit that make me sick