This is a song about "Im the sickest"

I slay the sickest of foes, spittin' this flow, tearin' mics up,

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

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

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

I'm spitting kinds of wicked rhymes, know i've got the sickest lines,

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I admit it, i ain't the sickest, but i'll pull it together, a human rivet

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked