This is a song about "Home sick"

My bitches pure thick

Which rap will make you sick

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Simple bar spitting then going home

Runnin home invasions

Without the sound of guns

That'll do anything that i please

Sick twisted fantasies

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

The sick fuck drags her into his car, driving home singing,

I thought van-city was home

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Sick twisted fantasies

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

If i wasn't feeling school, she said stay home, your sick