This is a song about "My raps are the sickest"

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Non stop, my raps are gold, take 'em to the pawn shop,

Telling me dreams are the biggest and my raps will always become so coherent

Hopping to get eaten by a gust, i'm not the greatest, i'm just an atom of a dust.

And plus hip-hop is dying, so my raps are like the laser rays,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

My raps are artistic

This a lil change trick

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Sicker than the sickest / i inhibit my rigid lyrics

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

My raps are composite, solid "juju"

Too perfect they think i'm bionic my raps are super sonic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

My raps are timely, they itch you like ivy.

But five years from now i bet she see