This is a song about "Sick futures"

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

That they make me fucking sick

Sick twisted fantasies

You make a nigga sing songs nice

And ma futures lookin bright now

Will somebody please show me how

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

If his girl insist on getting sick

Teach you how to rope a chick

Rap so much, make niggas sick

You're barely meager, and i'm fucking eager, show how your futures bleaker

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Got a sign on my dick

Which rap will make u sick

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

When i was 11 got the toolie thick