This is a song about "Im the sickest"

The underground is filled with the sickest of flows,

In front of our building, they was my heroes

To guess the shit im on, im gone

Look, by the end of this song

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

This battle goes to who spits the sickest shit

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Of the sickest rhymes, right on the mic, for the very first time alright!

Im sorry for the repetition, im just tired of the tradition,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

So it leads us to bringin' the sickest rhyme schemes and

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Cause i am the sickest.. so i hope you get it, cause i ain't gon give it