This is a song about "Sad sick of shit"

Sick of the ridacule, im bout to get rid of cool,shit a stool,

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Just then i start thinkin' of that sad basement

Got a shit flow, admitting that you rap bad, thats sad

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

And get sick of system shit, pissed is when i'm writing new songs,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Spitting out the shit that makes me sick

Stirring up a crock of it, the opposite of poppin' sick shit,

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit

Look in the scope, my people still a target