This is a song about "Im sick of narcisist shit"

Come at me im sick of studio gangster thinking there music is whats happening

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

Yo getting sick of your shit, knock it out,

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Im sick of fucking being skint for draw

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Im not trying because im sick of lying, im dreaming about dying, but not from you,

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Im a mass murderer of this shit