This is a song about "Sick in the head"

With a sick freak! who gives head in a jeep!

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Striking down in oklahoma at 2:56, the thoughts make me sick

Sick of the bait, sick of falling through the gaps in the grate!

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Sick so damn dick i'm mean sick i wanna kick you in the head but you might be dead chick

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

The lines they flow lyrically, spherically, round in my head

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

You're sick like the boy in the bubble

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

I will shoot you in the head

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Lonely hearted in the corner hearing voices in my head.