This is a song about "How sick i m"

My life's based upon what i'mma do this year

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Our nation have to bow, africa

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

We buy out stores till its all too gone

I’m still sick, how can i be sick this long