This is a song about "Cowboy is a sick fuck"

Ill fuck with your mind make you physicly sick

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Back hand ya with a jackhammer, flip it, get it sick as fuck,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Sick slick cut is not enough. good impression is always a good decision,

Fuck rap i'm sick of this!

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

This is sick murderous an undeniable

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

She wants to tell her story, but there is a sick twist

They say i'm a real sick fuck, you better watch out

I prefer your applause without a handout

I got a bitch to fuck, her name is jill

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill