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

I do the right thing

Fealing sick with no meaning,

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Convoluted, deluded thoughts of grandeur off in

I've been fucking fronting with you since i kicked open the damn door.

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Advice and scribble my thoughts with grey pens

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

Now i'm showin' off, got a sick ass flow

People love hodgy i hate you though

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.

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

No thoughts of consequences with no concsience he

There's a shortage in ur dormant thoughts, u talk alot for a 'sick' writer

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire