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

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

Vision, im so sick, got you hoes on my dick, if this weren't a battle i'd beat you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

And the streets is getting colder

I've got my foot on your shoulder

Raps so sick your mothers got syphilis

I'mma kill the game and invite witnesses

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

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

I got you on your knees begging at my feet