This is a song about "Being sick"

I'll smash tracks and act sick

Got a sign on my dick

Sick twisted fantasies

Cause there'll never be peace

For going on being

But he don't rule a thing

Emcees raps made me sick.

I'mma make it rain trick

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

I’m sick and tired of being around this murder and rape,

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Am sick of being stuck for grass

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

I'm a realass nigga sick of being spitted on cause i'm the "wrong" one

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen