This is a song about "Getting sick of someone"

I'm sick of the noise, sick of the bullshit,

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

People are getting sick and tired of just hearing me sick it,

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

But im sick of the fighting

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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

Make room for the groom married to his music

The final war of the whack and sick

Vigorously flipping bitches, niggas getting sick of us

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

I'm getting emotionless someone give me a heart