This is a song about "My sick granny"

But am sick in love and your my medication

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

So sick i'm looking pale, wait that's my pigment

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

The world we have created makes me sick to my stomach

Hand up on my pistol grip, quickly sick 'em, it is,

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I've been prosecuted for terror because my minds sick and ill/

I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

While scheming on hits

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks