This is a song about "Elaina is sick"

It's a mystery why everyone is so sick of me

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

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,

The next day she found out that her brother is very sick,

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

I don't even know but yo his flow is kinda sick, shit....

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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

Im sick for medical the ill mind is approved for me

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

Hate me if you want to but always remember this