This is a song about "Sick jacken and cynic"

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

Horder straight trappin', hustle and grind, hustle and grind, my flow is sick

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

Im sick and tired of all this corruption

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

You just do your thing chick

I'll smash tracks and act sick

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked

They say i'm sick and should be medicated

Sick of seeing crime and rape and all this bitter ass violence,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Me, myself, and i were too sick

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Flyer then the rest of them

Gross and sick is it to see 'em