This is a song about "I m demonic sysco in a killer on th mic"

I'm a sick spic, on the mic i flow sadistic.

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

I was born with demonic traits

On the mic, i am immortal

We don't believe you, you need more people

Im a god on the mic

Ambition is still very big

I ain't a killer but down push me/

And all women who had light features, see

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Atop the pyramid, i'm on my i m pei dreams

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards