This is a song about "My rap is sick"

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

My first rap is off the dome, no beat just rap along.

Rap so much, make niggas sick

I never crack i got that chap stick

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

My rap is a world-wide echo

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Real talk, yeah my rap is concentrated

I rap like my brain is twisted,

Razor grips, laser spit

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Horder straight trappin', hustle and grind, hustle and grind, my flow is sick

Pocket racked up all big faces

Fuck rap i'm sick of this!