This is a song about "Sad sick of shit"

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

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

Sick of plannin but you never actually do shit

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Spitting out the shit that make me sick

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Spitting out the shit that makes me sick

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

It's a sad thing, the dumb shit that comes out of your stupid dome

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Sick of getting hated on by people who ain't shit