This is a song about "Im so sick"

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Baby am i slick

Rap so much, make niggas sick

I'm so sick but you fuckers never sick of me

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

Raps so sick your mothers got syphilis

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Im spittin sick wisdom like a shaman

Im sick of fucking being skint for draw

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

I'm about to spit something so sick

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick