This is a song about "Getting sick of someone"

Of course a lame gone make you sick

Pose, click, pose, click

But im sick of the fighting

Money ain't a thing

And i'm sick of not sleeping,

I was born to do the damn thing

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Maybe help someone stand up instead of run

And i can get em all without lots of effort

Someone call the ambulance! this bitch is getting slurred

When you ain't got no education

But im never sick of him

Sick of getting hated on by people who ain't shit

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit