This is a song about "My rhymes are sick"

I would never ignore you ‘cause i'm forever loyal

My rhymes are mystical, sometimes even scriptural

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

I'm genocidal you don't get no trial my rhymes are viral there sick, rethink

Choking on some cinnamon. my sick rhymes are venomous.

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

While my rhymes are still dope 'n' frightening

With a honey in the middle

My rhymes are logical,

Baby girl my stroke official

My rhymes are free and abysmal

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick