This is a song about "Sad sick of shit"

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

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,

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

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

Wale dc said we on joe

Sick of this shit time to overthrow

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

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

Make room for the groom married to his music

Spitting out the shit that makes me sick

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

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