This is a song about "Damn i m sick of them who try to judge me"

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

To try to defeat me, they meet me and scream "i'm battling who?!"

I still struggle to try and be happy, every damn day,

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

Sometimes i struggle when i try to juggle this frenzy of writing sick

Who shoot them back at me

We might be back in this baby

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I see some rappers who try to act bad

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Still problems to be assessed, i wonder if they judge me and are they impressed?

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

I'm sick of kids who fuck with me, i guess it's best for us if we

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy