This is a song about "Sick jacken and cynic"

I'll smash tracks and act sick

I'mma let you hang chick

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

Not me im gifted, sick and twisted im wicked, and different

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Thick lips and a sick class

And listen to this sick track

She was wet off the bat

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Me, myself, and i were too sick

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Sick like an infection, and no recollection

And thats makin me sick

But they say we ain't big

And i'm sick of not sleeping,

Questioning the whole meaning