This is a song about "Brocks rhymes are sick"

This dude dil think his rhymes sick?

Baby am i slick

My rhymes are neat unlike yours,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Spit quicker with a sick mixture of rhymes

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

People are getting sick and tired of just hearing me sick it,

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Expose/ those who lack rhymes that are automatic

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

She prayed on me passing that bar

Cause thats how effective my rhymes are

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

I'm genocidal you don't get no trial my rhymes are viral there sick, rethink