This is a song about "Home sick"

Sick twisted fantasies

Inferior, but i'm nice

Killing these niggas off quick

Rap so much, make niggas sick

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

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

So i guess you think you grown

Yo, once stole a row home

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

If u wanna get home

Whip, plane, motions own

I thought van-city was home

Music that y'all condone

Sick twisted fantasies

Not likely like stay long please