This is a song about "Kicked off with sick thoughts"

Thoughts kick off, words slip off, so tomorrow will obviously be better, why pissed off?

And manifest as stacks of fresh similes sick with these like a bad cough

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Fucking your thoughts with a sperm filled tentacle

Yal be confusing me and losing me with yal strange thoughts

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Let's show sick throws with info

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

I get to the point with my rap plots 'n' i'll toy with this fags thoughts

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

'cause i'm just a broad who bounces off the wall with my thoughts.

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Fealing sick with no meaning,

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Sick coughs you got to burn me off like black ticks