This is a song about "Sick as fuck"

Who knows what the

I'm fresh as fuck nigga

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I'm sick as fuck, y'all know that, i'm swine flu, truth was told

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Lured as sick one's head hurt her neck with ease,

This ain't easy, im thinking

High as fuck ut never tilting

I'm as sick as spoiled milk though my flow'll never expire

We can talk things over a little a while

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Man i'm a sick fuck, don't get it mixed up

Amateur, you're bad as fuck.

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

I'm ill an dat, 'bout as sick as a hypochondriac