This is a song about "Im sick"

Cuz im a quick mutherfcker im a sick pig

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Crush you like a twig, dash any cunt for a cig, im sick, im fucked up, seen

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Not me im gifted, sick and twisted im wicked, and different

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

When you ain't got no education

But im never sick of him

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Im spittin sick wisdom like a shaman

If you wanted a date, don't come

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Theres no doubt that im sick, i belong in a hospice