This is a song about "Eat a sick nigga"

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

I eat em up like a carnivore

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

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

Shit but work a nine to five so i can properly eat,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

No longer with us; he's deceased

My team eat everyday a feast

I must go like fly route

Now you's a sick lil dude

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Thick lips and a sick class

Cause you're most likely to crash