This is a song about "Jason the sickest drug dealer"

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Drug dealer on the right

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

"yo it's cool you're a drug dealer too"

I'll kiss you just a little, i promise it's forever

Not a drug dealer, a pharmaceutical vendor

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

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

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

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems