This is a song about "Im the sickest"

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

The sickest king who's kickin' green and stackin' all the frickin' streams,

The sickest rhymes on display, you know i got class

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

I get slight work like big sean

To guess the shit im on, im gone

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!

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

The underground is filled with the sickest of flows,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

I spit the sickest lyrics, yeah i've got the pinnacle lines,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

I’m tryna make a difference with the sickest of flows,