This is a song about "Got your bitch on my sick"

Lemme spend a penny on your bitch

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Got your bitch on the ground sucking on my nuts (my nuts)

I'm not normal, i'm norman, put this bitch on lock and be sick

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Lyrics the bitch got an internet on rap battling time spent, but my

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

That's my conditions, strictly sick, if you got it twisted,

One parent above, the other live scared

Bitch you aint on ma level your below my belt

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

Your mother and my nine, got the bitch praying for her time

Got my other bitch fucking with my other bitch

Lying to yourself, all over an image