This is a song about "Elaina is sick"

My flow is so sick toxic i vomit, ima puppet master pulling strings with no guitar picks

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

"what the fuck? this is fucking sick, bitch, fuck you,"

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

This rap is sick shit im an iceberg im sinkin ships

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Hand up on my pistol grip, quickly sick 'em, it is,

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

If this is sick so that why i do this shit to spit like righteous a homegrown