This is a song about "Brocks rhymes are sick"

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

My rhymes are logical,

As i light one for ill will

That my rhymes are making them feeling impressed

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Spit quicker with a sick mixture of rhymes

I flash smiles at the mean looks

My rhymes are neat unlike yours,