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

But im never sick of him

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

This rap is sick shit im an iceberg im sinkin ships

Stirring up a crock of it, the opposite of poppin' sick shit,

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Im sick and tired of all this corruption

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Ripping the limits of quickness when i'm spitting this sick shit

Sick of the ridacule, im bout to get rid of cool,shit a stool,

I wouldn't listen to 'emyour power movement was cool

Sick of this shit time to overthrow

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though