This is a song about "Be sick"

Your girls head is crazy, she might be sick

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Sick twisted fantasies

Which rap will make u sick

With two chicks, sadistic

Sick twisted fantasies

Cause there could never be peace

But i aint got to be like "ay how sick am i?"

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

I'll be doing big you lil prick just make me real sick

Still listen to big

Which rap will make u sick

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

I used to be sick of the scrutiny/