This is a song about "How much of a sick bitch sophie is"

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i think your sick

Anything is possible, no matter how tall or how much the fighter weighs!

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

If i took a photo imagine how much fucken cash i'd make

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Anything is possible, no matter how tall or how much the fighter weighs!

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

In a room full of people so much is being said,

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

Of course a lame gone make you sick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick