This is a song about "I m sick of"

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

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

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

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

But even if it rain, we get rained on together

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

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts